Tinker grinned and lifted his chin in their direction. What did that mean?
Abby glared at Lindsey. “I hate you.” She spun on her heel to go into the school.
Lindsey laughed again. “You love me.”
Oh. My. God.
He was actually there, waiting for her to get out of school. Well, Abby wasn’t interested. A tiny flutter in her belly called her out for the liar she was.
Tinker grinned when he spied her. He watched her while leaning against his bike, one leg over the other, and arms crossed over his chest. It was a total Jax Teller pose.
Okay, so she also watched Sons of Anarchy. Sometimes.
“I don’t have any books for you to carry,” she blurted out.
“Wanna split a milkshake at the malt shop?”
She grinned despite herself.
“How about dinner?” he asked.
“It’s four o’clock.”
“We can go for a ride, then get dinner.” He patted the seat next to him, the one Melanie had ridden on that morning.
“I have somewhere to be in half an hour,” she said.
“Boyfriend’s?”
“Don’t have one.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Girlfriend?”
She smiled. “Don’t have one of those either.”
His face fell. “Husband?”
She shook her head. “Not in years.”
He nodded and seemed content to wait for her to say something. Mostly she wanted to know, “Why do they call you Tinker?”
“Because I’m good with my hands.” He wiggled his eyebrows and waved his fingers like jazz hands.
A little zing tapped her nether regions at the innuendo. Hello? Is this thing on?
She ignored her personal mic check.
“Why are you interested?” It completely baffled her. He was objectively hot, and she was kind of average. She wasn’t unattractive, but she was never going to stop traffic.
“You gave me a lecture on Ned.”
She frowned. “Who’s Ned?”
“The knight.”
“Ned begins with an N.”
He grinned and a major sense of déjà vu hit her.
