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  Model: Johnny Kane

  Editor: Barbara J. Bailey

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  Dedication

  To Becky –

  Thank you for always reminding me not to borrow trouble!

  Playlist

  MR. BRIGHTSIDE by The Killers

  COME BY ME by Harry Connick Jr.

  LET’S GO CRAZY (LIVE) by Prince and The Revolution

  AMERICAN WOMAN by Lenny Kravitz

  YOU CAN’T HIDE AWAY FROM LOVE by Jamie Cullum

  IF THE STARS WERE MINE by Melody Gardot

  I WON’T BACK DOWN by Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers

  HEADPHONES by Michael Franti and Spearhead

  FOLDING CHAIR by Regina Spektor

  BABY SHARK by Pinkfong

  Chapter One

  Number. Now.

  Kenzie

  Would it make me one of those women if I asked to talk to a manager of the lunch date app?

  I shook my head at my foolishness. It didn’t matter.

  What mattered was that I had wasted another lunch hour trying to “put myself out there.” Being stood up stunk to high heaven, but I had to look at the bright side. At least I hadn’t paid for a babysitter only to be stood up. That would definitely turn me into the woman who hunted down managers and got in someone’s face.

  The bartender arrived with my basket of food. I thanked him, salted my fries, and glanced over my shoulder. About the time it became clear my so-called date wouldn’t make it, I had noticed two men and a woman eating lunch in the back corner. The man who caught my eye was clearly the third wheel. That surprised me, which meant it intrigued me. Greatly.

  He was everything my ex-husband was not. Even from across the room, I could see he was bulky with muscle, rough around the edges, and he moved with sheer power. His dark hair looked like he styled it, but something told me he didn’t. It stood up like each strand was a soldier standing at attention, ready to battle whatever the day brought. Bonus, his laugh was loud and sincere.

  His dark eyes scanned the room regularly, which was why I could only peek at him over my shoulder surreptitiously.

  Yeah. A guy like him wouldn’t know lunch date apps existed. His phone might explode if he tried to download the app.

  I faced forward and bit into my chicken sandwich. A few moments later, the bartender executed an exaggerated chin-lift and then my brawny, dark-haired man sauntered out to the concourse. This allowed me a good look at his derriere and the back of his leather vest.

  It featured three patches. The first read, “Riot MC.” The second and most prominent patch was a fist upon which perched a skull with wings off to the side where the fist and skull met. It was pretty damn cool as biker patches went, not that I’d seen many of them. The last one read “Biloxi, MS.”

  I would never catch the eye of a tough-guy like him. Though I wished I could.

  As my eyes trailed him turning left out of the restaurant, I wondered if that was the last I would see of him or if he was headed to the restrooms.

  The bar and grill I was at happened to be inside a casino, and rather than have the restrooms inside the restaurant, they were always located outside; a not-so-subtle way of encouraging people to get back to the business of gambling their money away. Maybe that was why I kept getting stood up. The location was uber-public, and I knew casinos had security cameras everywhere, so win-win for me. Though, lose-lose for douchebags who wanted to do single women wrong.

  I couldn’t afford to be done wrong. I had Aubrey, my daughter, to consider. She was the most important person in my life. So, job one was to make sure blind dates didn’t lead to any problems which could affect my little girl.

  Okay, not so little. She was six-and-three-quarters, if you asked her. Just six if you asked me, and we needed to find the pause button, stat! She laughed at my threats to make her stop growing by putting a brick on her head, but the joke was wearing thin.

  As I ate my sandwich, a tall, thin woman with long strawberry blonde hair stopped at the hostess stand. She spoke with her hands and her mouth, but she did it while maintaining an air of being prim and proper. The hostess led her to a small table in my line of vision.

  Mr. Biker returned, but paused when he passed the hostess stand. He scanned the room, caught sight of the woman, and settled in the seat across from her.

  Dammit.

  My face fell, I knew, so I bent to my lunch and focused on eating quickly. My boss, Lydia, knew about the blind dates. Then again, besides my mother, she was the most adamant I find a man.

  I sipped my Coke Zero and caught sight of the strawberry-blonde woman leaving. Against my will, my head swiveled toward the table, only to see the tough-guy walking toward me, a huge smile on his face.

  My stomach plummeted even as heat swirled through my chest.

  He couldn’t have this effect on me. Heartburn! It had to be.

  He kept coming closer.

  Great Scott! He couldn’t be approaching me. I looked down at my food, to find four French fries left.

  “Funny how the food here disappears so fast, ain’t it, darlin’?”

  I raised my head, but didn’t look at him yet. I needed every second to get myself together.

  When I turned to him, I smiled. “It is funny how that happens.”

  His facial expression shifted for a moment before he controlled it. Almost as if my smile surprised him, though why that would be, I didn’t know.

  Then he grinned, and I struggled to keep a stoic expression. But I managed because mentally, I took a snapshot of that mischievous smile putting a twinkle in his sultry brown eyes.

  “Can I get you a drink?”

  I rattled the ice in my soda cup. “If only I didn’t have free refills. Besides, I don’t think your friend would like that.”

  His eyebrow drew down over his right eye while his chin dipped a touch. “I’m sorry?”

  “Your friend, who just left. She wouldn’t like you buying me a drink.”

  He chuckled. “She’s my best friend’s sister. Not only off-limits, but definitely not my type. You look like fun, though.”

  I bit my tongue to keep from saying I was only fun if a Pixar movie marathon was on tap with popcorn, juice pouches, and ice cream on hand.

  My chuckle was quiet. “I’m really not.”

  He leaned toward me. “Let me be the judge of that.”

  I shook my head.

  “Actually, I’m enough fun for both of us.”

  My smile faltered. “Excuse me?”

  “I’m tons of fun, baby.” He held up a finger. I expected him to say he was number one or something, but what he said next threw me for a loop. “Only need one
kiss, and that’ll prove you should give me your number and give me a shot.”

  I laughed while shaking my head at his brashness.

  The scent of his leather vest hit me when he leaned even closer. “You been watching me since you got here. One kiss, I give you my number or vice versa, and you pick the time.”

  My eyes narrowed. “You don’t even know if I’m a good—”

  He cut off the word ‘kisser’ by landing his lips on mine. They felt firm yet supple against my lips. The barest trace of stubble could be felt, which told me he’d shaved recently. My lips were parted since I’d been speaking, so his tongue slipped inside my mouth.

  Now I knew why Lydia wanted me to do this. I felt this kiss in my core, and I wanted so much more of it. My hand went to the side of his head and I heard him groan. I thought he’d stop things, but he deepened the kiss and my toes curled as my core began to ache.

  Forget ‘great Scott’. I was horny from a kiss! That hadn’t happened since I was a teenager. My inner-slut demanded to drag this man to a private area and have my way with him, but that wasn’t right.

  I knew it wasn’t right. I still wanted to do it, though.

  He ended the kiss.

  When my eyes opened, I watched his expansive chest heave with his exhale, and I heard something hit the bar.

  “Number. Now,” he demanded, his voice husky as hell.

  Instinct beat intellect, and I entered my digits with all my ten-key dexterity.

  He looked up from the phone. “Christ. You a super-texter or something?”

  “Bank teller... or something,” I smiled.

  He bit his lip.

  God! I’d never made a man bite his lip! How awesome was that?

  He tapped the call icon, my phone rang, and he hung up.

  “That’s me. What’s your name, gorgeous?”

  I gave him a look at the endearment.

  “You are, and I don’t want any lip about it. What’s your name?”

  “Kenzie.”

  He smirked. “Love it. When are you free, Kenzie?”

  I grimaced. “Next week would be the earliest, if you’re actually interested.”

  Now he gave me a look. “Learn quick, babe. I don’t waste time if I can help it. I’m callin’ you next week. Plan on it. I gotta get back to the table. My brother just got engaged, and he doesn’t know I paid his tab. Later.”

  “YOU WERE KISSED!” LYDIA yelled, the moment I opened the door to the bank.

  I looked around the lobby, relieved no customers were inside. She hustled toward me, her pointy, black heels clacking on the floor. Her auburn hair seemed brighter against her black power-suit.

  With wide eyes on her, I shook my head. “No, I got stood up. Again.”

  Her hazel eyes narrowed on me. “I don’t believe it. You walked up looking all dazed, like you got it good.”

  Not good. Stellar. Out-damn-standing was more like it. And it was only a kiss.

  Great. Now I had The Killers singing in my head.

  My knack for self-inflicted earworms knew no bounds.

  Lydia dragged me into her office, closing the door behind her. She focused on my face. “Something happened, Kenzie Whitehall. And I can tell you’re trying to hide it, which means it’s better than good. So spill, lady.”

  I sighed. “It’s probably nothing, but even though I was stood up, I met a man.”

  She rolled her hand gesturing for me to continue. “I’m sure he has a name.”

  My face fell before I whispered, “Shit.”

  “What?”

  How could I be such a dimwit?

  “I didn’t get his name,” I whispered.

  Lydia turned her head so she could give me some side-eye. “That doesn’t make sense. If you met him, how do you not know his name?”

  I closed my eyes and tried to envision him again. Seeing him in my mind’s eye wasn’t that difficult, but focusing on the name printed on his leather vest was extremely difficult.

  “Kenzie,” Lydia called.

  I opened my eyes. “This will sound crazy, but he’s a biker. His name was right there on his vest, but I obviously didn’t commit it to memory.”

  Lydia’s brows furrowed and a look crossed her face that she only got when Duane, our district manager, came to visit. After an exhale, she asked patiently, “Did this man kiss you?”

  My lips tipped up of their own volition.

  Her eyes widened. “I can’t believe you kissed a man and don’t even know his name!”

  I sighed. “He asked for...”

  I trailed off because even though he asked for my name and got my number, how could I forget to do the same?

  “He asked for sex?” Lydia asked.

  My head whipped up. “No! Are you crazy?”

  She scoffed. “Well, you mentioned he’s a biker. Then you said ‘he asked for,’ but never finished. And I stand by my original observation, Kenzie. You looked like you got it, and good. So, if all he did was kiss you, why did you have such a dreamy expression on your face?”

  I exhaled hard. “Because he’s a damn good kisser.”

  “How can we spy on this guy in advance without his name?”

  My brows furrowed.

  “That’s the entire point of online dating, Kenzie. You can run your own recon on the bastards who message you. Then you know what you’re walking into on date night.”

  I shook my head. “Whatever, Lydia. That doesn’t seem very honest of me. Researching him in advance.”

  “You got a daughter. Means you, especially, have to do your homework, and you don’t want to waste your time on a jerk if you can ascertain he’s a jerk well in advance.”

  My focus shifted past her and I shook my head as I remembered that huge, infectious smile of his. “He’s not a jerk.”

  “Oh, Lord,” Lydia said while her head tilted back and she contemplated the ceiling.

  I gave a short chuckle. My hand wrapped around hers. “I know, Lydia. I can’t know that, but at the same time, I believe in gut reactions. Something tells me he isn’t a jerk. I mean, he bought lunch for his buddy who just got engaged.”

  A short laugh erupted from her. “That doesn’t make him ‘not a jerk.’ He’d be non-jerk material if he’d bought your lunch.”

  I scoffed. “No way. That would’ve been presumptuous and I wouldn’t have dug it at all.”

  Her head wobbled as she considered it. “You’re right. But plenty of jerks buy meals, so I don’t think you can use that as your measuring stick.”

  “That’s true, but jerks don’t bite their lips.”

  “What?”

  “I made him bite his lip, Lydia. That’s never happened. At least not from something I did to him, but—”

  A concerned look crossed her face, and I kept talking before she could interrupt.

  “Even if he is a jerk, I get why you’ve been harping on me—”

  “I haven’t been harping,” she muttered.

  I shot her a look and she had the good grace to look contrite.

  “You’ve been kinda harping for me to put more effort into dating. So, if this goes haywire, I’ll step up my game.”

  A pleased smile curled her lips, and her eyes lit up before she held out her hand, palm up. “Gimme your phone.”

  “What? Why?”

  Her expression turned mischievous. “Just hand it over. Unlocked, please.”

  I didn’t know why I complied, but I did. She opened up my recent calls, saw the one missed from the mysterious biker and sent him a text.

  I reached out for my phone, but she pivoted on her heel. “Chill out, Kenzie. I’m just pointing out he didn’t give you his name, and asking for it so you can assign him in your contacts.”

  “That’s a great idea, but I still think that text should come from, say, me!”

  Lucky for me, the chime sounded, indicating the door to the bank had opened. She handed back my phone and greeted the customer.

  Two hours later, I took a quick break and c
hecked the text thread Lydia had started.

  Hey, it’s Kenzie. I realized you never gave me *your* name. That’s kinda important don’tcha think?

  I rolled my eyes at Lydia putting the word ‘don’tcha’ in my mouth via text. His response made my stomach drop in a pleasant way.

  Thought you saw my name on my cut, babe. ;) Since you were distracted, you got two choices. You can call me Sam or you can call me Brute like my brothers do. TTYL

  Sam. He didn’t look like a man named Sam. But he most definitely looked like a ‘Brute.’ And for some reason, I especially liked that.

  I WALKED UP THE SIDEWALK to the school doors where the extended-day program was housed. A chain-link fence surrounded a playground but I could see it was mainly older children outside. One of the teachers shouted for the kids to line up so they could go back inside.

  My phone rang inside my purse. I slid it out to see Caleb, my ex-husband, was calling.

  “Hi, I’m picking—”

  “Kenz, I don’t have much time. Got a plane to catch. I can’t take Aubrey this week. Hal turned in his resignation, and since he’s going to our biggest competitor, I have his three biggest clients and I’ve gotta make sure we retain their business.”

  My brows furrowed for a moment. It wasn’t unusual for work to be divvied up when people left his firm, but it was strange he would be flying anywhere on a Friday evening. Caleb was as frugal as the day was long, though it didn’t extend to his company’s wallet.

  Saturdays were our trade-off days, in part because of Caleb’s crazy schedule and in part because Aubrey wanted it that way. One might think she shouldn’t get a say in how we handled the switch-off, but since it impacted her the most, we did what felt smoothest for her.

  “When will you get back?” I asked.

  He sighed. “Not certain. If my meetings go well, Wednesday. But bottom line, Kenzie, I need to switch our weeks. Can we do that or what?”

  My jaw shifted so I wouldn’t grind my teeth. Caleb’s terse business tone irritated me every time. I recalled the day’s date and realized I didn’t have to work tomorrow morning, so I wouldn’t have to find someone to watch Aubrey.