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“I’m attracted to you.” He lowered his head until he was a whisper away from her. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes.” She met him for the kiss and whimpered.

He loved a hot kiss with a woman who melted into him. He slid his arms around her. He’d kissed other women, but never used his bike as a romantic prop. Sexy.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. “Perfect.”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

“May I see you again?” he asked.

“Yes.” She kissed him again.

He groaned and delighted in her taste. She pleased him. She made him consider trying again to have a lover in his life.

She broke the kiss and panted. “Whoa.”

“Like that?”

“Yes,” she said. “I should have you take me home so we can slow down, but I want to stay right here.”

They weren’t going too fast for him, and he didn’t want the night to end, either. “How about another date tomorrow? When are you able to leave the shop?”

“I won’t be done until nine-thirty. I’m second shift again,” she said. “I’d like to see you, though.”

“I’m the night shift at the shop, too.”

“Until when?”

“Midnight. People love to get inked after dark.” He shrugged. “It pays the bills.” Given the chance, he’d rather have more regular hours, but they did better business after five in the afternoon.

“Are you scheduled all night?”

“I’m booked until ten.”

“Could I bring pizza? Subs?” she asked.

“Sure.” He’d love to see her. “I don’t keep hours on Sunday.”

“We do, but I’m not scheduled.” She smiled. “How about a Sunday date?”

“Sure.” He’d do pretty much whatever she wanted. “We could watch a movie.”

“Or football?”

“You like football?”

“I do. I’m a sucker for the underdog.”

“I love it.” He laughed with sheer delight. He hadn’t said he loved anything in so long, but with her, it was easy. “Let me take you home.”

“I hope you do. It’s eight blocks to my apartment and not much of it is well-lit.” She snuggled into him. “And I’m cold.”

“Then let’s go.” He released her and joined her on the bike. “Helmet on?”

“It is.” She collided with him and clocked him in the back with the front of the helmet. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He’d rather be bonked with the helmet than have to worry about her getting hurt. “Where to?”