Page 52 of Filthy Love

“You were out early. Coffee?”

He moved then. A smooth gait bringing him closer. Gia’s belly went nuts.

He kind of shuffled her out of the way with his hand to her shoulder. “I’ll do it, you sit down.”

“I can make coffee. I’m a good coffee maker, actually.”

He ignored her claims. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“You don’t need to cook for me. Is that part of your babysitter duties? Rider tell you to keep me fed?”

Soft blue eyes narrowed, Hawk used his biker boot to hook around one of her delicate dining chairs, scraping it alone the floor.

She huffed. She got the message. She plonked down in it.

“Fine. I’ll have a coffee and a piece of toast, please.”

What she really wanted was for Hawk to lean down and give her a kiss on the lips but that didn’t seem to be happening.

Her greedy gaze started at the black leather boots with the buckles and up his well-worn denim jeans molding his ass perfectly.Jesus. He didn’t seem to care a dot about vanity, but he always looked edible to her whatever he wore.

She especially loved he always smelled like motor oil and fresh spring wind. He usually wore a long black leather duster coat that went to the ankles with his club emblem on the back but today it was a short leather coat over a denim jacket and the shirt of choice today was a Metallica band shirt.

He was such a biker.

Big and bad and oh, so gorgeous.

“Where did you get to?”

Why did you leave my bed? Was what she wanted to ask.

“Had stuff to do. We’ll get the truck filled today. I got some boys dropping in to help with the heavy shit. Juicy volunteered to drive it through to Armado.”

“Really?” It was a long damn drive. She knew since she’d done it a few summers. “That’s nice of him,” she grinned when Hawk turned and put a mug and plate in front of her. The buttered toast was piled high.

His eyes narrowed. “Yeah, he’s all heart.”

Gia giggled. “Did you have to bribe him?”

He rolled a shoulder. “I told him that was what he was doing. He agreed.”

Swoon.

Reaching into his inner pocket he dropped a package on the table. “I picked up your plane ticket.”

There was only one.

“Where’s yours?”

Blond brows met in the middle of his forehead. And Gia understood then he hadn’t intended to go back to Colorado with her.

Well she wasn’t standing for that. Not when she was finally getting somewhere with him. There was no chance she was leaving him behind in Texas, so he could erect walls in the distance. It might be months more until he returned home, and in that time, he could completely ghost her.

Sipping her coffee, she waited a second. “Shouldn’t you deliver me home safely. You know, to complete the mission…”

Despite what happened with the Russian gentlemen, she didn’t really have a worry for her safety. There was no reason to believe she would be used against Rider. But to keep Hawk close, she’d play on whatever card she held. So, she added. “I’d feel better if you were with me, Hawk. In case those men come back.”

He growled.

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