“Yes.” She sounded delighted. “Did he yell at you?”
“No.”
“Was he hideous?”
I thought of those hypnotizing eyes and that sexy, deep voice.
“No,” I admitted.
Wren made a smug sound. “Told ya’. They’re all hot.”
“He was… okay.”
“Uhhh huh.”
“Stop that.”
“You’re flustered.”
“I am not.”
“You absolutely are.”
I turned into my driveway. “Wren.”
She ignored me. “You should make him some of your famous cinnamon raisin bread.”
I barked out a laugh. Was she crazy? “I can’t make him bread.”
“Why not?”
“He’s a biker.”
“Bikers like homemade cinnamon raisin bread too.”
I pursed my lips.
I mean… It was pretty good bread. And I had hit his motorcycle.
My silence must have told on me because Wren burst out laughing. “You’re totally going to make him your bread.”
“Shut up,” I said before hanging up on her.
I was absolutely not making bread for a biker.
Chapter Four
ODIN
“What the fuck was that?”
I stood there with my hands on my hips, watching as Harmony drove that beat-up piece of shit down Main Street until finally it disappeared when she rounded the corner.
Jesus Christ.
Never in my life had I felt so affected by a woman like I did in that moment.
Not ever.
