Me.
And somehow that was worse.
Or better.
I wasn’t sure yet.
Maya leaned into my side. “Who are you looking at?”
“No one.”
“That was suspiciously fast.”
I kept my eyes forward. “Mind your business.”
She followed my line of sight anyway, then went still for half a beat.
“Oh.”
I hated the excitement in her voice immediately.
“What?”
“That table.”
I took another sip, mostly so I wouldn’t have to answer.
Maya’s mouth curved slowly. “Well. This just got interesting.”
I made the mistake of glancing over again.
The dark-haired biker hadn’t moved.
Hadn’t looked away.
Hadn’t even tried to pretend he wasn’t studying me from across a crowded room like he’d already decided I was worth his time.
Something low and unfamiliar curled in my stomach.
Anticipation.
Warning.
Maybe both.
I didn’t know his name.
Didn’t know who he was.
Didn’t know why a man like that was looking at me when there were prettier women in the room and Maya was practically built to draw attention.
But for the first time all night, the noise of the room seemed to dull around the edges.
Everything narrowed.
The table.
The man.
