their looks were as
various as the candy selection at the last gas station she’d stopped at. Male
sweetness was not better than chocolate. She just had to remind herself
of that as she stared at the variety before her. One guy had black hair,
another blond, spiked all crazy. The two next to the hot version of Billy Idol
had long dark-brown hair and curly light-brown hair. There was another bald guy
bringing up the rear, but that one had a goatee with green eyes. Colonel had
brown eyes and was definitely older than this group that’d just come in.
“Where’s Brutus?” Colonel asked the guys.
The dude with the spiky blond hair chuckled. “He’s cleaning
up his mess.”
“It wasn’t his mess, asshole. You’re the one who knocked the
tray over,” Mr. Black Hair said with a snarl. Xan instinctively took a step
back.
“Easy, Roc,” Colonel said and looked at her. “This is Roc.” He
pointed to the cranky man with black hair. “Blade,” he gestured toward the
spiky blond guy. His name made sense. His hair looked sharp enough to hurt if
he were to head-butt someone.
“I’m Hunter,” the man with long brown hair said, and then he
pointed to the guy with curly brown hair. “That’s Gage. He’s not as mean as
Roc, but don’t get too close to him.” He chuckled.
“Fuck off, Hunter,” Gage growled.
“See?” Hunter snickered. “And that guy over there—”
“I’m Bear, and Hunter’s a dick.” He ducked his head and
glanced at Scott. “Oh sorry. He’s, er, I mean he’s a punk.”
Scott laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ve heard it all. You should
hear my mom talk. She has the biggest potty mouth.”
Xan gasped. “I do not.”
“Wow, he’s your kid?” Blade asked. “Did you have him at
twelve?” He laughed but with sincerity twinkling in his eyes.
“Just about,” she murmured.
After a few of the guys laughed, she immediately relaxed.
Sure, they were all very handsome. None looked to be shorter than six feet, and
each had a body to die for, though each had a unique look all his own. But she
didn’t feel any sparks, so she felt relieved. Maybe her libido was broken. If
so, she was fine by that. She didn’t need any man drama in her life.
Why did that make her feel a little depressed? She shook off
that thought. She couldn’t get caught up with any man, so there really was no
need dwelling on the things she couldn’t have, like love, companionship, trust
and sex. God, she’d love to have sex again.
Maybe in another life.
Focusing her attention back on the problem at hand, she
looked at the assembled group of men. “Look. We need our car towed and a ride
to a car rental company. Can you help us?” Xan asked the guys in general so as
not to single anyone out.
Blade’s eyebrows shot up. “I’d love to give you a ride,
doll.” Even though his tone was clearly teasing, she stiffened. Flirting was
definitely not her forte.
Hunter whistled while shaking his head in exasperation.
“Back off, Blade.” He looked at Xan. “Sorry about Rico Suave over here. One of
us would be glad to help you out. But you’d have to drive up to Conway or back
to the Little Rock area for a rental. Best to call around first before making
the drive.”
“I’ll call Bill and see if he can drive one out here,”
Colonel said to Hunter, then looked at her. “He owns the rental company in
Conway. If they have something he’ll bring it out here and save you a trip.
You’ll be limited on your options, though.”
“Oh, whatever it is will be a step up from my old hatchback.
I’m not choosy.”
Colonel nodded and looked at the guys expectantly. “Which
one of you is available to help her out?”
“Bear and I aren’t finished with the tranny that’s supposed
to be ready tomorrow,” Roc barked and turned to leave. He obviously wasn’t
volunteering. Xan was okay with that. She didn’t like the vibe coming off him,
anyway.
“Sorry.” Bear smiled to her as he followed Roc.
“Gage and I have
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