Page 41 of Savage Cravings

I was relieved.

I had to be, especially since I wouldn’t be subjected to Killian’s hostile stare if Silas had come here alone, but?—

Why had he come here?

Was it really a coincidence that he was here when I was?

I blinked as the words he had said to me finally penetrated.

“Stalkingyou?” I asked slowly, putting more emphasis on the first word. He was messing with me, wasn’t he? He couldn’t possibly believe I would stalk him, especially after one meeting.

He smiled, and my heart thudded loudly in my chest.

“Yes,” he said, taking a seat across from me. I opened my mouth to tell him to sit somewhere else, but he spoke before I could get the words out. “Not that I mind. You can stalk me any time you want.”

“I wasn’t stalking you,” I replied, trying hard not to react so strongly to his closeness. My eyes moved down to his body of their own accord. A scattering of butterfly tattoos moved up his forearms and disappeared into the sleeve of his shirt. I wondered briefly if he had any other tattoos on his body. He had a rose on his right hand. I hadn’t ever thought hand tattoos were sexy, but on him, it worked.

“No?”

I shook my head, chasing away the errant thought, and his lips twisted in a way that made me wonder what it would be like to kiss him.

Nope. I was not going there.

“That’s a shame,” he said quietly.

The waitress came back with my coffee, her eyes moving from me to Silas and staying on the man. I didn’t blame her.

Silas was out-of-this-world handsome.

Probably not as handsome as Killian, but hell, he was still so beautiful, my breath was catching at the mere sight of him. Handsome men were a different, dangerous breed I wasn’t used to handling.

I had no experience with men of any kind. The guys at the club were either old, or had a hardened way about them due to the rough lifestyles of drugs, booze, and violence. They just did nothing for me.

Sebastian Cline was handsome in his own right, but there was something… oily about him that sent bouts of disgust through me every time he so much as looked at me.

But Silas and his brothers?

They were dangerous, all right, but they were alsomagnetic.

It was hard to act normally around them.

“What are you having?” the waitress asked Silas, not looking so tired anymore.

No, it seemed she had perked up.

I slumped back against the soft cushioned booth as I watched Silas lean back casually, as if this entire restaurant was his kingdom.

He was just so… comfortable about everything going on.

He was comfortable in his own skin.

I was almost envious.

“I’ll have what she’s having. And a cup of coffee as well.”

The waitress nodded and looked at me with approval in her eyes, as if she was praising me for capturing a man like that, before she walked off.

I didn’t have the time to tell her I didn’t want the man.

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