Her finger trails over the condensation on her glass. “And I don’t even have Mav with me this week, so I can’t go stare at his adorable face to make it all better.”
My eyes widen slightly as her words settle over me. Benny’s eyes swivel between Abby and me, a small smile ghosting his lips.
“Looks like you two have something you can talk about. Abby, this is Kane. He rode his motorcycle a long-ass way in this freezing fucking cold because he missed his son. Kane, this is obviously Abby. She is a badass ER nurse here in town. She has a son who is currently with his dad.”
My hackles instantly rise, and she must sense it.
“Cole’s a good guy. Benny just likes to give him shit,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Cole is my best friend and a damn good dad. We just aren’t in love, so I only have my son with me every other week.”
Suddenly, the prospect of not having my son every other weekend doesn’t seem quite as bad. “That must be really hard.”
She nods. “It is, but I’m glad he’s with his dad and uncles when I can’t have him at my side.”
I bring my glass to my lips, feeling the liquid warm my insides as it slides down my throat. She takes a sip from her own glass.
Our eyes stay locked the whole time.
We both share about our sons, and with each word that falls from her lips, I sink a little deeper into the honey-caramel pools staring back at me.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” she says. Her side grazes against me as she slides from her seat.
I’m suddenly aware of every place she touched, my skin burning like it’s brushed the sun.
“Don’t run away while I’m gone.” There’s humor in her tone, but it’s laced with a thread of honesty that shoots straight to my heart.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
With a nod, she walks away. I try not to stare at her, but her ass in those jogger-style scrub pants is doing things to me.
Reluctantly, I drag my eyes away, so I don’t have to adjust myself in my pants from the hard-on that’s sure to appear any second if I keep my eyes locked on her.
Benny’s laugh makes my head snap in his direction. “Feeling better?”
“A little,” I say with a small shrug.
It isn’t a lie. I do feel a little better. I still miss Oliver with every fiber of my being, but Abby is proving to be the perfect distraction.
Maybe she could be a distraction all night long.
I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I sure as shit wouldn’t mind losing myself in her for the night, though.
If I’m being honest, I’m pretty sure Abby could be far more to me than a distraction. She seems like trouble with a big ol’ capital T.
But the kind of trouble that fuels your soul and makes you feel alive.
ABBY
“What am I doing?” I mumble to myself, staring into the bathroom mirror as if my reflection might have the answers.
I run my hands under the faucet and pat them against my face. I’ve done this four times now, and it isn’t helping the blush on my cheeks to decrease at all.
It isn’t helping because I’m not hot. The rosy tint to my cheeks is all because of one very sexy, tatted biker who is currently perched on a barstool.
Sexy doesn’t even seem like an appropriate word to describe him. He is sinfully gorgeous.
From his messy light-brown hair and full beard to his full sleeve of tattoos running down his left arm, I want to rub myself over every inch of him. I’ve never, and I meannever, been this attracted to a man before.
Fuck. Get it together, Abs.
