“So,Pin,” I said. “How’d you get that name?”
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Pin
I wanted to kill Moves. I wanted to knock him to the floor in the middle of the bar and beat the shit out of him. Being my wingman without my asking was one thing, but being a totally unsubtle wingman was borderline unforgivable.
All I had done was check out the cute blonde girl as she walked up to the bar when Moves had tracked my line of vision. Before I could stop him, he’d bolted towards her and brought her back. Now Claire probably thought I was a pathetic loser who needed my friend to pick up girls.
“So,Pin,” she said, leaning on her elbows. “How’d you get that name?”
I blinked down at her. Her blonde hair hung in waving strands around her pert face. She was more than just cute. She was gorgeous. And something about the slant of her head made me think there was a lot of action going on behind her eyes. She had brains.
And the way she emphasized my name made me flush like an idiot.
I wasn’t even looking to hook up tonight. I had no problem picking up girls when I wanted to and good at choosing the ones who also wanted nothing more than a hookup.
I had no idea what this girl wanted. Something about the way she had walked into the bar, sizing up the room as if she was on a mission, was mysterious to me. She wasn’t easy to read.
“It’s a long story,” I said.
“Oh, well, never mind then,” she said. “I hate long stories. They’re usually pretty boring.”
She raised her beer to her mouth and took a sip, keeping her eyes on me the whole time. I had the sudden urge to reach out and touch her rosy pink lips.
“It’s not so boring,” I said. “But I had better not risk your harsh judgment.”
She laughed. “You’re smart.”
“Ah, she’s got you pegged,” Moves interjected. He turned to Claire. “He’s the smartest guy in our club; that’s why he’s the treasurer and does all the accounting.”
I rolled my eyes at Moves’ blatant boasting. Why did he think accounting was sexy?
“Club?” Claire asked.
“We’re a biker club,” I said, nodding at my patch. “Outlaw Souls.”
“Huh,” she said.
She wasn’t a biker chick, that was for certain.
“I’ve never met an accountant biker before,” she said.
I raised my brows. She was definitely flirting with me. My stomach flipped with anticipation as I leaned closer to her. But my rational side told me to put the brakes on this soon.
Nothing about Claire said she was looking for a casual hook-up. Yes, she had accepted Moves’ invitation, but she was also wearing minimal makeup, lowkey clothes, and flat-heeled shoes. Girls who came to the Blue Dog Saloon looking for sex were always dressed up a certain way. Low cut tops. Sky-high heels. Bronzer all over their face
Claire was barely showing any skin. Just a small strip of flat white stomach. And yeah, that was enticing, but overall her outfit indicated that she really did come here to meet a friend.
I had my rules for a reason. It was risky to fall hard for a girl like Claire. Way too risky. It would only lead to a messy heartbreak.
Her eyes flashed away from my face and over my shoulder. For a second, the lighthearted flirtatious look vanished and her eyes hardened into an almost predatory expression. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Kim and her new guy heading over. Maybe Claire didn’t play well with other girls.
I looked back at her and wondered if I had imagined the flash of antagonism. Her face had smoothed over and she had a pleasant smile.
“Hey guys,” Kim said. She plopped down in a chair, and I nodded at her.
“Kimmy!” Moves said with a large grin.
