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lopsided, lifting the right side of his face. Lilli liked a lopsided smile. “You know, when someone introduces himself, it’s customary to return the favor.” Still smiling, she raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.
    “That how you’re playin’ it, huh? I guess I could call you Sport. That was you today, in that Camaro SS, right?”
    “It was.” It would be silly to prevaricate here; the town wasn’t big enough to try to stay under the radar. But she wasn’t about to do more than answer his questions as minimally as possible until she had gotten a good read on him.
    “Nice ride. Lotta car for a girl. You were at Mac’s. You movin’ to town?”
    Lilli now understood that this was more than small talk going on here. He wasn’t just trying to get into her jeans—though she was sure he’d do that, too, if he could. He was feeling her out. His town. New resident. He was trying to understand why she was here, where she’d fit. Whether she was a threat.
    “I am.”
    “Not many people move to Signal Bend. If you’re looking for work, won’t find it.”
    “I’m not.”
    “Damn, girl. You got a two-word limit on your sentences or something?” Just then, her burger and fries came out. The bartender brought the food out in two red plastic baskets lined with red-and-white checked paper. She set ketchup, salt and pepper on the bar as well.
    “Get ya anything else?”
    “Get her another Bud, Rose. And me. And put it all on my tab, hon.”
    Rose—the busty bartender with the big rose inked on her chest—gave Isaac a knowing grin. “You bet, Ike.”
    Ike , huh? Lilli turned back to him. “Thanks, Ike.”
    “It’s Isaac. Some around here call me Ike. Never liked it, but it stuck young. You call me Isaac.” Rose brought them fresh Buds as Isaac sat down on the stool next to hers and shook salt, pepper, and ketchup onto her fries. When she shot him an incredulous look, he grinned. “Hey—I paid for ‘em. You’re sharin’.”
    Lilli conceded with a nod and proceeded to share her dinner with the tall, dark, and menacing biker who’d bought it for her.
    “This your version of a Welcome Wagon? You share fries with all the new people in town?” She took a bite of her burger. Oh—it was really good. Just rare enough in the middle, nice and juicy. The bun was soft and fresh.
    He grinned around a mouthful of fries. “Oh-ho! She speaks in complete sentences!” He finished chewing. “No, Sport. This is special, just for you.”
    “And I warrant special treatment because  . . .?”
    “I like the look of  . . . your ride.” With a shrug, he took the burger out of her hand and had a bite.
    She looked down the bar at his MC brothers, all of whom were watching the show. Apparently their President sharing a nosh with the new girl in town was some kind of noteworthy. She’d known staying off the radar would be impossible, but she had hoped to keep a lower profile than this.
    Looked like she was going to have to play things another way.

CHAPTER TWO

    Isaac was interested.
    The woman sitting next to him sharing her burger and fries was a knockout, but he didn’t think that’s really what had his interest. Sure, he’d looked her over good, and she was in his sweet spot—tall, shiny , dark brown hair pulled off her face and hanging down her back; lively light eyes, the color of which he couldn’t figure out. Great tits, just the hint of a swell of cleavage showing over the curved neckline of her shirt. She was simply dressed, too, in jeans, low-heeled black boots, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. The only jewelry he could see was a big silver ring on each middle finger and a pair of thin silver hoops just big enough to lie on her neck when she tilted her head. He bet that neck smelled nice.
    Nothing on the left ring finger; he’d checked that out first thing.
    He liked his women without a lot of frills. This one was gorgeous but didn’t look like it took her two hours to get that way. The kind