“So,” I said thoughtfully, “are all bikers this attractive, or is that just the ones Hawk sends to babysit me?”
His eyes widened.
“You’re flirting with me.”
I laughed.
“Flirting?”
“Yes.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“You’re leaning on my bike.”
“So?”
“You just called me attractive.”
“Well,” I shrugged, “you are.”
He groaned quietly.
“Emma… Prez is gonna lose his damn mind.”
That only made my smile widen.
“Oh?”
“Yes.”
“How interesting.”
He grabbed one of the cinnamon rolls and stared at it.
“You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Obviously.”
He sighed and took a bite.
Then immediately closed his eyes.
“…Jesus.”
“Good?” I asked sweetly.
He opened one eye.
“Damn good.”
“See?” I said. “Worth the risk.”
His radio crackled softly.
Another biker’s voice came through.
“You eating those?”
