I reach out my hand, shaking his. “Nice to meet you.” Then, I turn my focus on Abby.
I know that she’s a mom and a nurse, but I find myself wanting to know everything about her. She slides her muchsmaller hand in mine. Nothing has ever felt so right cradled against my callused palm.
Her tongue laps at her lower lip. “Hi, Linc.”Fuck.The sound of my name on her lips shoots straight to my already tempted dick. This is not fucking fair.
“Hi, Abby.” It takes me far longer to release her hand than it should.
Even once her skin is no longer touching mine, I can still feel the ghost of it. It lingers on the edges of my mind, constantly reminding me it was there.
“Wait… Did you buy the bar from Benny?” she asks.
Wyatt’s face spreads with a wide grin. “That we did.”
I open my mouth to say something about Kane owning it with us, but I get distracted by the way she leans forward on the counter.
She rests her chin against her open palm. “Mmm… that makes sense, actually, based on the rumors.”
“What rumors?” I ask, feeling defensive.
“That you guys are starting a motorcycle gang to corrupt this town,” Cole says with a smirk.
“Is it true?” Abby asks, a glint of mischief in her eyes as they move between my brother and me.
“The gang part? No,” Wyatt says. “Group or club would be a better term.” He leans over until they’re just a few inches apart. “The motorcycle part? Hell yes.”
Her eyebrows lift, interest flashing across her face. Her attention flicks to me for a second before returning to Wyatt.
“The corruption part?” Wyatt continues. “Not the town as a whole, but maybe just a feisty brunette who already dresses like she might have ridden on a motorcycle once or twice.”
He’s pointing to her leather jacket. If I know my brother, and I do, I would guess he’s winking at her right now.
A faint pink hue starts to take over her neck as Wyatt’s words settle in. He’s about as subtle as a car alarm blaring in the dead of night.
I can’t really fault him for it because it usually works. He’s just a charming motherfucker like that. It’s even a quality I have benefited from on occasion when he and I have shared women.
“Thank fuck,” Cole says, looking down at his phone. “I really hate to break up,” his hands motion between Abby and Wyatt, “whatever this is, but Finn is here to pick us up. He went out for ice cream for Riley, and if she doesn’t get it soon, she’s going to bite someone’s head off.”
Abby cringes. “Yeah, we should go. When a pregnant woman says she wants ice cream, ice cream is what she shall have.”
She hops off the stool, straightening her clothes.
She’s so pretty.
“I guess I’ll be seeing you guys around,” Abby says.
“You’re stuck with us now,” Wyatt says. This time, I can see the wink he gives her.
She falls into step with Cole, heading toward the door. Just before stepping through, she looks back over her shoulder.
Her eyes lock with mine, and she gives me a small smile.
I stand there looking at the door long after she leaves. I might have just met her, but I have a feeling she isn’t someone I will be able to let go of.
CHAPTER SIX
Kane
Still straddling my bike,I retrieve my phone from my pocket. I have one text from the babysitter saying that Oliver didn’t wake up at all when I left.
