I shake my head and look away, my cheeks heating. How embarrassing that just a little contact with him has me aching and needy like a dog in heat.
Bear slowly slides off the bike and takes the helmet from me. He places it on the bike before taking my hand. We walk toward the front door of the diner, holding it open for me. Being chivalrous, he places his hand on the small of my back and gives me a little nudge into the diner.
He guides me to an empty booth, where we sit next to each other.
“I thought it would be easier if we sat right next to each other. Me talking, and you typing on my phone. Then I can see what you type. If you want me to sit across you, I can,” Bear offers politely.
I shake my head and try to relax in the booth. He moves the menu so I can also see it.
“The waffles are really delicious. I would recommend those, but anything here is good. I’ve had about everything here,” he says.
I look over the menu. There is steak, waffles, pancakes, and burgers. The waffles do sound amazing, especially the chocolate chip ones. I lift my hand and point toward them.
“You want the chocolate chip waffles?” he asks.
I nod and give him a small smile. So far, it hasn’t been bad; he isn’t like other guys, but it has only been a couple of minutes. He could change at any time.
“Bear! Welcome back. Oh, and who did you bring with you?” an elderly lady says as she steps up to our table.
“Jean, this is Brooke. She works at the club’s garage now. She doesn’t talk, though,” Bear says.
“Nice to meet you, Brooke. I hope you like it here. Those bikers are so sweet once you get to know them. But if you ever need a change of company from the guys, I am always here. A friend of Bear’s is always welcome here.” She smiles sweetly.
Appreciation shines through my eyes as I stare at her.
“Now, what can I get for you guys?” she asks, looking at Bear.
“We both want the chocolate chip waffles,” Bear replies.
“All right, I’ll go place your orders.” She grins and spins away.
As Jean leaves, Bear turns to look at me. His eyes have a little sparkle in them, and I find myself gazing into them.
“You know, I have to tell you something about when we first came here,” he says quietly.
I look at him, confused. What could he need to tell me? Bear leans in toward the side of my face.
“I know the real reason you got off the bike so fast,” he whispers in my ear.
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Istare at Bear with wide eyes, scooting back in the booth. Does he really know why I got off so fast?
“I’m sorry I said that. I told you I’m not like the other guys, and here I am being like them. I’m just comfortable around you,” Bear says.
I look at him skeptically, and he rubs the back of his neck. He did sound very genuine, at least.
“If it makes you feel any better, I felt the same,” he admits shyly.
Blushing, I look away. I was not expecting him to say that. It is a relief to know that I’m not alone in my feelings, despite how odd they may seem, because they just feel so right.
“Here are your waffles! I hope you guys enjoy them. If you need anything, just give me a wave and I’ll come help you,” Jean chirps brightly.
I smile up at her as Bear thanks her. Jean walks away, and Bear grabs the syrup. He pours some on my waffles before doing the same to his.
“Dig in! They are amazing.” He grins.
