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    With a little smile, she took a step back as if to go, and he had to clench his hands to keep from ensuring she stayed right where she was. She couldn’t just drop that shit on him and leave.
    “You got a bike?” It was the only thing he could think of to say. He had to keep her here, just for a little while longer.
    She smiled, and god damn , his whole body filled with liquid sunshine. “No, I’d love to, though.” Her eyes flicked to the model she’d been admiring earlier. “My brother Johnny lets me ride with him sometimes.”
    Warning bells tolled in his head. “Johnny? Johnny Connelly?”
    Now he knew where he’d seen similar golden hair and flashing green eyes. Jesus. Johnny’s little sister. The one he’s been trying to keep a secret from all the wolves in the pack. Like me. Johnny probably figured that Jamie was no great threat, though, if he even knew about him. The thought made Kyle chuckle inwardly. If Johnny only knew why Jamie had come to him in the first place...
    “Yeah. You know him?”
    “Fuck yeah, I mean - yeah,” he said, correcting himself, and she smiled again. If she was Johnny’s sister she was probably used to hearing a lot worse than that. “So Johnny’s your brother, huh?”
    Johnny was a fellow biker - big, tough, and one hell of a decent guy, as long as you didn’t piss him off. Somehow Kyle thought Johnny would be very pissed off if he knew Lina was in here alone with him at this time of night. Not that he could blame him.
    “Yeah, but don’t hold it against me, ‘k?”
    There was that smile again. It lit up her whole face. I’ll hold anything and everything against you, sweetheart. But she was Johnny’s sister. That could be a problem.
    Then a stray rational thought slammed into his head. What the hell was he thinking? This chick was Jamie’s piece, not his. And he was not about to go toe-to-toe with one of his best buds over his freaking little sister, no matter how hot she was.
    Another voice piped in, reminding him that Jamie mentioned something about going out of town on business for a week, and Johnny didn’t have to know. Besides, Celina might be younger than he was, but she was still well over eighteen. Old enough to make her own decisions.
    “Feel like going for a ride?” He hadn’t meant to ask her that. It just popped into his head. The smart voice inside him hadn’t even gotten a chance to tell him what a bad idea it was before he took a page out of her book and just blurted it right out anyway.
    At first he thought he’d made a mistake when he saw the stunned look on her face, but then her eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. “I’d love to,” she said, and his heart swelled.
    Kyle stripped out of his jumpsuit - well aware that her eyes grew as large as saucers as he did so - and grabbed his keys. “Come on,” he said, leading Celina around into the back bay. Unlike the one he’d been working in, this area held only machines that looked in pristine condition.
    “Isn’t your bike out front?” she asked.
    “My everyday bike is, yeah,” he smiled back. “But this is not every day, is it?” Kyle pulled the cover off of his baby. Painted a deep candy apple red, it had been layered with so many coats of clear lacquer it was like looking into a pool. Gleaming silver chrome shone bright, not a speck of dust anywhere to be seen. He was pleased with the way she sucked in her breath, the way her eyes widened at the sight of it. Clearly, she was a woman who could appreciate true beauty.
    “Here,” he said, lifting his leather jacket from the peg and holding it out to her. She slipped it on, though it fell to mid-thigh and her hands were lost somewhere in the sleeves. He helped her roll them up until her fingers peeked through, not missing the way she buried her nose into the collar and inhaled deeply when she thought he wasn’t looking. His cock twitched.
    “What about you?” she asked. “Won’t you get cold?”
    Kyle drew the left