“Abby.” He stepped closer. “Do you want to get out of here?”
“To do what?”
“Go for a ride.”
“To where?”
He unfolded his arms and placed his hands on her hips. “Your place. My place. Any place.”
Abby glanced down at her hip. “Does it work?”
“Does what work?”
“Just asking women to go somewhere with you to have sex?”
“I wasn’t actually thinking about sex.” Weirdly, he hadn’t been. He just had an urge to have her close. Maybe go somewhere with this smart, adorable woman. “But the woman usually asks me.”
She looked like she was contemplating it but then took a step back and wagged her finger at him. “Nope. No. No way. No hot, sexy, tattooed biker guys.”
Tink grinned again. “So, you think I’m sexy and hot?”
“And tattooed.”
A woman with dark blonde hair joined them and draped her arm over Abby’s shoulders. “Whatcha doin’, Abbs?”
“Looking at the knight.”
“I can see that.” She gave Tinker an appreciative up and down.
He preferred it when Abby looked at him.
“Not that knight. That knight.” Abby pointed at the suit of armor.
“Uh-huh,” her friend said.
“I already told that one he was too sexy.” She swung her finger around to point at him.
Tink chuckled.
“Abby—are you flirting?”
“No,” Abby said indignantly. She turned an unsure gaze to Tink. “Was I flirting?” She shook her head. “I don’t flirt. Especially not with hot, sexy, tattooed biker guys.”
“Why especially?” He braced for this kiss-off. This was the point where civilians judged him for his looks and decided he was too dangerous for their delicate sensibilities. Because having tattoos and riding a motorcycle put him in the dredges of society column before they ever had a chance to know him.
“Because it never turns out the way it does in the books?”
That was the absolute last thing he expected to hear. “What books?”
Her friend grinned. “Yeah, Abby. What books?”
Tinker could see the blush spreading across her cheeks.
“I gotta go.” Abby spun out of her friend’s arm and walked away.
Now he was thoroughly confused. “What books?”
Her friend winked and followed Abby.
