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stood around gawking at one of the bikers. "Did you need something?"
    He stepped forward until her breasts, already sensitive and aware of him, brushed his chest. His hand slipped into her front pocket of her jeans. She gasped. His touch, so close to her sex, stole her next breath.
    His lips softened, letting her know he could see right through her. "Cars fixed."
    "W-what was wrong with it?" she asked, not moving away.
    His other hand landed on her hip and he pulled her tighter against him. He said on a contented exhale, "Timing belt."
    Her chest constricted and her body pulsed. "How much do I owe you?"
    "More than you're willing to give me." He held on to her, but his gaze went over her head. "I'll call us even if you stand right there and let me hold you."
    "That's all?" She gazed up into his unreadable face.
    He had no idea she wanted to pay the price. She'd take a high interest loan out with a bank to finance her way into bed with him.
    "Yep," he whispered, dipping his head and inhaling. "You, your body, your smell, your tight jeans, and...damn, those boots."
    She leaned against him. "I need to work."
    "I know that, sunshine." His chest expanded and he squeezed the slope of her hip. "I also know you only have a couple of hours left and you get off before the dinner crowd arrives."
    She shook her head, trying to clear the lustful fog surrounding her and think about what he was telling her. "Yeah, Rain's working tonight and tomorrow's my day off."
    She couldn't understand why he'd want to discuss her work schedule. The impassive attitude he had a few hours ago no longer existed, and he almost sounded as if he was interested in what she did in her free time.
    "Be outside your cabin after work." He stepped away. "Be there."
    He looked away, lifted his chin to Bruce at the bar, and then walked down the hallway. She stared after him long past the time that she lost sight of him. Something about him was different. Not only had his antagonism toward her changed. He seemed more relaxed...open.

Chapter Four
    T he girls in the last cabin in the row behind the door opened their door for business. Torque gazed at the hanger pausing on the porch with brown hair and a set of hips made for a man's hands. He contemplated walking over and having her relieve him of the hard-on he sported thanks to Brandy. However, he wasn't in the mood for one of the Bantorus girls or the back and forth dance that was required.
    Hell, most of the hangers had their own apartment or rental house in Pitnam, but used the cabin to hang out in hopes he or a few of the other guys would pay them a visit. If the girls could raise their head in the morning and get outside at a decent time, Rain would often hand out jobs at the hotel in housekeeping or deliveries for the garage. But a job was a bonus to them. They stayed close to Cactus Cove for the attention and knowing someone was watching out for them.
    Excess energy made his steps lighter as he made his way to his bike. He only had a couple of hours to wait until Brandy was off work. The anticipation of having Brandy underneath him was worth the agonizing sweetness of being ready to have sex with her tonight.
    Forgoing the helmet strapped to the bitch seat on his Harley, he straddled the bike. He'd check in at the garage, figure out his schedule for tomorrow, and work around spending time with Brandy. One of the guys would change shifts with him if needed.
    A night and half of a day would be enough to get Brandy out of his head.
    A loud whistle brought his head up. Slade jogged toward him. He swung his leg off the bike and waited for his Bantorus brother.
    Slade didn't stop as he approached and slammed Torque against the brick wall of the bar with his vest crumpled in Slade's fists. Slade got in his face. "What the hell are you doing?"
    Torque shoved Slade off him. He'd like nothing more than fight. "Go ahead, hit me."
    "You asshole," Slade muttered, slinging his arm around Torque's neck in a familiar camaraderie.