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up. “Wait... how old were you when you met him?”
     
    He picked her up by her legs and then sat down on a nearby chair. She sat in his lap, her breasts now level with his face. But they did nothing to break his concentration. Admirable.
     
    He smiled. Whether it was at her question or for being so close to her ample chest, she couldn’t tell. “I wasn’t some young innocent kid, if that’s what you were expecting. By the time we met, I was a rip-roaring, dyed-in-the-wool drunk who didn’t give a fuck. A mean son of a bitch. Or at least I thought I was.”
     
    He stroked her long auburn hair and kept an arm around her soft waist. “Ya see, he was the only one who saw why I was getting in so many fights, tearing places apart. ‘Cause I had nothing to lose. No responsibility.” His hands skimmed down her voluptuous curves, lightly plucking at her senses with a tantalizing touch that seemed alien coming from a man like him. “Nothing to call my own.”
     
    She gasped at his touch and her heart fluttered. “And,” she gulped, “he gave you a bike? A motorcycle?”
     
    He chuckled. “Oh! You know this story!?”
     
    “Yeah, I mean he told me a long time ago he gave a man a bike once–”
     
    “He gave that man his life and his freedom. Then again, he always had a habit for understatement. Guess my embellishments make up for it.” He reached behind and retrieved his beer, finishing it off in one smooth gulp.
     
    “Granted, the thing finally kicked out on me years down the road. But I’ll never forget it, or the man who gave it to me.”
     
    “Neither will I. I wish I knew him more.” Her face fell into a sad smile. “All my life I wanted to get away from home, away from his doting. And now that I’m back, I want nothing more. He was my home, the glue that held us all together.
     
    “I know it sounds stupid or clichéd, but it all has to be for a reason. Has to be. No one loses what I have for it all to mean nothing.” She stopped when she saw Liam’s face. For once, he didn’t sport an amused smirk or a devilish light in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you didn’t invite me along for my rants. Just chug a beer and look happy, right?”
     
    He smiled and rubbed his hands around her soft hips. “I can get a woman to chug beer and look happy anywhere. Honesty, on the other hand, is like drawing blood from stone.” He paused, his brow furrowed in thought. “Maybe... maybe you lost one home to find another.”
     
    She sighed and laid her head on his leather jacket, reveling in the supple material. “I wish life was like that. Maybe it is. But not here. Not in this town.” Liam’s scent was primal and masculine and sent a soaring heat across her skin. So many men smelled like nothing, or worse, even sweet. This man’s musk made her arch her back like a feline. She tried to contain herself and subtly grinded forward in his lap to ease the delicate throb between her legs.
     
    “You might be surprised.” His hands, large and powerful, traced down her back and settled on her hips..
     
    Please God, no more surprises. I’m tired of getting my ass kicked, even if it all means something. She realized she had been feeling him up in silence and her cheeks flushed. “Oh yeah my bad. Sorry. Your jacket feels good.” She gulped back extra saliva and blinked her eyes. Was I drooling?
     
    “It better. You’d think it was padded with coke for them to charge what they do.” He brought her down closer and pressed her full breasts against his chest. His eyes fell to his wrist, taking in the digital glare of his watch. “Hey, it’s about that time for a ride,” he whispered in her ear and she shuddered.
     
    He can’t mean right here, can he?
     
    She felt his mighty heart beat and his strong hands against her hips, moving her up and down his jeans. “My bike’s been waiting all night.”
     
    Yeah. That’s right. Just a bike ride between two acquaintances... nothing more.
     
    She got