“She saved me from getting my ass kicked. Having a drink with her seemed to be the least I could do.”
“She knocked a biker guy on his ass?”
I shrug. “She dropped him before he could swing.” I shake my head. “I didn’t even know what was happening.”
“Who was he?”
“She called him Smoke?—”
“Smoke?”
I nod. “He had tattoos.”
Sebastian crosses his arms over his chest. “She smacked down a biker before he could kick your ass.”
Embarrassment crawls up my neck. “Yeah.”
“And then she pulled you inside and offered to buy you a drink?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Instead of you buying her one?”
“I’m not cheap,” I blurt out. “I was stunned. And why shouldn’t I let her buy me a drink?”
My brother blinks at me.
“No harm in that.”
He just stares at me, making me more uncomfortable.
Stupidly, I find myself blurting out, “I want to know her.”
He cocks his head, studying me like he’s trying to figure out if I just said that or if he imagined it.
I shift slightly in the seat.
“I mean, she just seems...” I trail off, not having a word for it. Different doesn’t feel right. Interesting sounds too simple.
I’m curious about her.
It should bother me.
It does.
Well… not enough to walk away.
My brother cocks his head. “Crazy?”
I blink rapidly. “No.” It comes out too fast.
He chuckles.
“Just... different.”
Sebastian smirks at me for another second before looking back at them. “Ivy likes her.”
“Yeah, they seem to get along.”
