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Sabrina sat in bed, book in hand, trying to become engrossed in the story of dragons, fairies, and wars between realms. But she’d reread the same paragraph six times and still had no idea what was happening with the plot.
Her mind was too busy working through other things.
Namely, her sudden preoccupation with one particular helicopter pilot who hailed from the great state of Maine.
The whole group had celebrated that the last heads of the cartel had been apprehended and tossed in jail by taking Sabrina on her first trip to Red Delilah’s. With the danger to her deemed null and void, she was once again free to come and go as she pleased.
You know, like a regular human being.
She should have been dancing a jig. Howling at the moon. Shooting off finger guns.
Instead, she was a hurricane of doubt, spinning with thoughts she didn’t quite know how to name.
On one hand, she was delighted to finally see the infamous biker bar. It was everything they’d hyped it up to be. Loud, laid-back, and full of grizzled men in leather. On the other hand, Hew had spent the first ten minutes standing at the bar, all bearded and broad, talking to a pert brunette like it was his full-time job.
From the way the woman had batted her lashes, laid a hand on his forearm, and grabbed his phone to punch in her number, Sabrina half-expected to get an invitation to their wedding next week.
Not that she cared. Not that she was jealous or anything, because there was nothing to be jealous of.
She didn’t like Hew that way. He was her friend. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Or at least that’s what she told herself.
To her dismay, herself answered back, Are you sure about that?
Yes, she was sure. Except...
“Except what?” she asked aloud as she stared at the brick wall across the way.
Hew’s bedroom was on the other side of that wall.
Knowing he was a stone’s throw away had been a comfort for months. In a world turned upside down by the loss of her brother, the loss of her home, the loss of the life she’d built in Charleston, he had been her one constant. The one thing she could depend on to be there, to give her the strength to pull herself up by her bootstraps and carry on.
She would always be grateful to him for that. For stepping into the shoes of the friends she’d left behind, the brother she’d lost. But earlier…
Something had shifted.
In the air.
In her.
Since coming to Chicago, her feelings for him had been decidedly platonic. After what Eddy Torres did to her, platonic feelings were all she was capable of.
But maybe being out in the world again had nudged her healing a little further down the track. Or maybe seeing how other women watched Hew with hungry eyes had peeled the scales from hers.
Whatever the reason, she’d looked at him and for the first time she’d seen something more than her confidant and colleague. She’d looked at him and had seen…man.
A strong, vigorous man with a large, muscular build. A big, beautiful man with luscious hair and a rawboned face. An undeniably sexy man with a high, tight ass and hands that looked like they knew all the ways a woman needed to be touched.
Attraction had slammed into her with a one-two punch.
The first had hit her in the chest.
The second had hit her in the belly.
And ever since they’d gotten back from Red Delilah’s, she’d been asking herself...what if?
