Page 11 of Hodge
“Such as?” Now I see the twinkle in his eyes, and I can’t breathe. Why is he so gorgeous? And why is he looking at me like he wants to eat me?
“Who is this?” I hear another man ask, yet I can’t pull my gaze from his.
“This is Kemah. I told you about her,” he says before I finally pull my gaze away from him and look at the other man. He told him about me? Why? What did he tell him?
“Ahh, the girl who stayed with you. Yeah, I’ve heard all about you. I’m Locke,” he says, holding his hand out to me. I slowly reach out and take his hand, allowing him to shake it.
“I’m Kemah.”
“I know who you are,” he smirks, releasing my hand, and I turn back to the other man. I let my eyes roam over his cut when I see his name is Hodge. I swallow hard when he tugs on the wrist he’s still holding and pulls me along toward the bar. He orders two drinks but doesn’t release his hold on me. His hand is warm, wrapped around my wrist, and I find that I like it. I know I shouldn’t, but I do.
Hodge hands me a drink, and I quickly swallow down whatever he gave me. He chuckles and grabs another, passing it to me. I do the same, taking it down quickly.
“You’re a drinker,” Hodge says as I shake my head.
“Not really.”
“I couldn’t tell by the way you’re suckin’ them down.”
“I’m nervous.”
“Why? Did I do somethin’?” I look up at him and shake my head with furrowed brows.
“What would you have done?”
“I don’t know, that’s why I’m askin’.”
“This is just … I looked you up on the internet!” I blurt out. Hodge smirks and nods his head, running his free hand over his face.
“And you showed up here.”
“I wanted to see if they were lying.”
“And what have you learned about me?” he asks, his bright green eyes sparkling in the light.
“Your name.” Now he chuckles.
“My name?”
“You never told me your name, but I see it on your cut,” I tell him as I nod toward the patch. His head lowers, and he looks at his patch before nodding and looking back at me.
“Take a walk with me.” My heart leaps into my throat. I don’t think I should walk around with him, but then again, what could it hurt? There are a ton of people here, and if he were to do something, someone would surely see it.
Hodge doesn’t give me a chance to respond before he’s dragging me along with him. We weave through the crowd and out the side door, listening as it slams closed. I jolt a little when Hodge releases the hold he has on my arm.
“What do you want to know?”
“About what?”
“Me. The club. I’ll only answer what I can,” he says.
“Are you a notorious biker gang?” He chuckles and runs his hand through his hair.
“We’re not a gang, we’re a club.”
“And you do illegal things?”
“Maybe. Does that bother you?”
