crossed until his gaze latched onto hers. He stood up straight and gave her a welcoming smile, although his aviator glasses hid his eyes.
She returned the look and walked over to him. “This is a surprise, Detective Nieves.”
He tore the glasses off his face. “Diego.”
“Diego.” Stopping a couple of feet from him, she hefted her messenger bag higher on her shoulder and debated internally how to phrase the question on her mind. “Did you need something from my report?”
It was kind of a dumb question, but she really didn’t want to assume he was there for her. Maybe he was waiting for some other woman.
“No.” He dropped his gaze, as if embarrassed. “I was waiting for you. I’m hoping you’re free for dinner.”
“Oh. Um.” Now she stared at the ground. The idea of a man hanging around her place of employment in the hopes of taking her out was kind of thrilling. No one had ever been so interested in her that he’d taken such a chance.
“How did you know I was still working?” she asked, looking up at him again.
He shrugged. “I’m a detective.” This time when he smiled, there was heat in his eyes.
The look drove away thoughts of dinner and replaced them with thoughts of bed. God, what was wrong with her? She’d already accepted a dinner invitation with this man’s partner. Going out with Diego seemed, well, unseemly. Didn’t it? Perhaps Diego didn’t know about her plans with Ronan. It was only right she tell him, although a naughty part of her was disappointed at the idea of missing out on a date with each of them.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll accept that cryptic answer. You do know, don’t you, that I’m going out with Ronan tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, I know. I heard him call you.”
“Doesn’t that bother you?”
“If you mean would I prefer that you go out with me instead? Yeah, I must confess I’d like that. But, you know, we’re all adults, and to be honest, Cassidy, you’ve been on my mind pretty much since I met you. Ronan and I knocked off work early enough that I thought I’d take a chance on seeing if you were free.”
“As it happens, I am.” She peered around him to peruse his bike. It was enormous, and there were two helmets sitting on the seat. “Were you thinking of taking me out on that?”
Shrugging again, Diego twisted around to grab one of the helmets. “It’s a nice night. Why not?”
Cassidy frowned down at her cotton pants and sensible flats. “I’m not really dressed for it.”
“Sure you are. I’ll do all the work and go slowly. I got a recommendation for a restaurant a few blocks from here, so we won’t be going far. What do you say?” The expression he flashed her was part sweet charm and part irresistible seduction.
Taking a deep breath, she said. “Sure, why not?”
“Great, here let me help you put this on.” He stepped closer and lifted the helmet, then stopped. “This is going to get in the way.”
Holding the helmet in one hand, he reached back with the other to tug her scrunchy out of her hair. When his fingers lightly brushed her scalp, a small shiver ran up her spine. Her cheeks flushed as she took the elastic cloth from him.
The helmet was a serious one, not just one that barely satisfied the legal requirement. Once it was on her head, he lifted the visor and peered at her. There was no way in hell she looked anything other than dopey with it on, yet his eyes clearly telegraphed his interest. So did his jeans. There was a distinct bulge in front she didn’t need a medical degree to understand.
Diego put his own helmet on, then swung one of his thickly muscled legs over the broad seat. He held out his hand to help her do the same. Being shorter, it wasn’t as easy for her. Her bag made it a little more awkward as well. But once she was firmly in place, he started the engine. The bike was as loud as it was big, and the roar of it gave her a thrill.
Diego looked at her over his shoulder. “Hold onto my waist as