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on his face made him look as dangerous as he was sexy.  
    With his body pumped from the fight he looked like solid muscle underneath a snug fitting shirt. His arms were huge and covered with a sweep of light brown hair. His hands she remembered, as not long ago one had been grabbing tight onto her hip—the memory sent her heart pounding all over again.
    She tried not to look down and see the lean hips and long legs. Or notice that his thighs looked as powerful as the rest of him despite being covered in jeans. Unlike the rest of the men in the bar he didn’t have a vest with patches covering the front and back, although he did have on black motorcycle boots. But it was the trickles of sweat running down the side of his face and disappearing at the edge of his shirt that held her gaze captive. She had to stop herself from offering him a towel to wipe down.  
    For the first time since returning to Sweetwater she thought about getting laid.  
    By him.  
    She sighed. He was so out of her league.
    One of the older guys from the original group approached her. “Don’t take none of what my jackass brother said serious, darlin. He’s got some shit going on that has nothing to do with you and his trying to drink it off didn’t go so good. Only made him stupid as far as I can see.”
    She sucked in a breath and let it back out nice and slow. There was no need to blast someone who was trying to be nice. “You don’t have to apologize. I’m sure I’ll hear worse. Luckily, I’ve got a pretty thick skin.”
    He grabbed her hand and stilled her. “You shouldn’t have to hear worse, darlin.”
    From the corner of her eyes she caught hot guy biker watching her with a strange look on his face. He looked pissed off.  
    “Seriously,” she said. “I’m used to it.”
    “No, I’m serious. I didn’t already have an old lady, I’d put you on the back of my bike so fast all these other assholes wouldn’t know what hit them.”
    She thawed a little from his words. “Thanks, your—uh—girl—old lady, is lucky to have someone so kind.”
    He started laughing. Not the nice easy laugh of someone slightly amused. He broke out into a big hearted, chest heaving laugh. “Now that’s a word I don’t think anyone has used for me.” He swiped his face. “But I’ll take it. Now let me get the rest of these boys out of here so you can get back to enjoying your test.” He winked, pressing a big wad of bills into her hand. “That should cover the bill and your tip.”
    “Uh—” She looked down, uncertain how much money he’d given her. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. Should she start counting the money and make sure it matched the bill? That seemed the right thing to do. But he’d been so kind and implied he liked the way she looked.  
    Screw it. She reached forward and wrapped her arms briefly around his shoulders. “Thank you,” she whispered.
    He gave her one last smile before he turned away, herding the rest of the men with him as he went. A couple of them stopped next to the hottie and exchanged words. She couldn’t hear what they said, but they’re body language said it all. This wasn’t over.  
    He too fished his wallet from his back pocket and laid down bills on the table next to his glass. She kind of hated to see him go. The way he reached out and touched her earlier caught her off guard, but with a few minutes to think it through she might have revisited the situation and outright asked him why he did it.
    Now she’d never know.
    When all the men were settled and gone she approached the carelessly placed tables and began straightening the area.  
    “Don’t let those idiots shake you up too bad. This kind of thing happens. Tomorrow, after they get the crap out of their system, they’ll be back and all will be forgotten.”
    Sienna sat down and faced Mae, pulling the wad of money back out of her apron. “Why would you want them back if you know this kind of thing will eventually happen