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Hopefully I’d fall asleep
quickly.
    Rocker waited and followed me into
the building. As soon as we were inside, he headed towards the bar
in search of Hawk and God knew who else, while I stopped and
scanned the crowd. I found the girls quickly on the dance floor,
almost right where I’d left them. Mere only laughed and jumped up
and down excitedly when I told her I was bailing on breakfast and
heading home with Rob. I shook my head, denying her implications,
but she only smiled and winked, telling me to live it up, have a
little fun, and that it was time to break my dry streak. I was
slightly irritated as I turned and went in search of my ride. The
music suddenly quieted and the lights came on—last call was over. I
groaned, realizing we wouldn’t be back to the apartment before sun
up.
    Rob wasn’t hard to spot. A man his
size was generally given a wide berth. He was leaning against the
bar talking to Fred and Hawk. I was half-surprised the three of
them didn’t have a bunch of drunk nitwits hanging off them, begging
for attention—or more. They were all very handsome, if you liked
that tattooed, rugged, dangerous biker look. I smiled, thinking of
the one tattooed biker that I definitely found beautiful. Thoughts
of Matty invaded and I shook my head, trying to clear it. Now was
not the time to get my libido all wound up. I walked towards them
slowly, dreading finding out who else had come up with
Rocker.
    “ I haven’t seen him in hours.
Should be back by now.”
    Fred rolled his shoulders, clearly annoyed.
“Didja call him?”
    Hawk nodded. “Yeah, a few times.”
    “ If he’s not back in ten minutes,
he can find his own fuckin’ way home.” Rocker’s voice was low and
gravely, obviously irritated.
    I stepped up next to Hawk. “Who we
missing?”
    “Dean.” Hawk spoke up before
anyone else could. I saw Fred glance at me out of the corner of my
eye, but I met Hawk’s eyes instead. He smiled, giving his face a
softer look. This man had intimidated me when I’d first met him,
and I had no doubt that he had the same effect on many others. Not
as tall as Rob, he still towered over most men. His broad shoulders
combined with his height made me feel much smaller than I actually
was, something a girl my size could seriously appreciate. The top
half of his shoulder length, blonde hair was pulled back, allowing
me an unobstructed view of his muscular face, showing a wide nose,
thin lips, and an adorable dimple in his chin. One dark eyebrow
suddenly shot up as he watched me inspect him. “Like what you see?”
His voice was full of humor, but I could feel the embarrassment
creep in and my cheeks flame just the same.
    “ Jesus, leave her alone!” Fred’s
deep voice interrupted as he slammed a massive fist down on top of
the counter. “Joey, aah ya really gonna ride to Beantown with these
assholes?” I laughed, nodding. I was about to tell him that I’d be
fine when Rob swore.
    “ It’s about fucking time. Where in
the hell have you been?”
    Dean just smirked, shaking his
head as he strolled up to our group. “You’re wicked smaht, Brotha.
I’m suah you can figyah it out.” He winked, his eyes twinkled, and
I didn’t have to see more than the untucked shirt or his messed up
hair to know exactly what he’d been doing. I didn’t want to know
where—or with whom. He looked like he was going to go into detail
though, and I groaned at the idea. Dark green eyes snapped to me,
widening in surprise. “Joey?” He looked uncomfortable, glancing
between Rocker and Hawk.
    Rob leaned toward Dean. “You’ah
lucky ya got back when you did. Five more minutes and I was leaving
your ass heah. Your date would have hadta bring ya home.” He
slapped the bar twice, tipping his head towards the door. “Let’s
go. Later, Brothah,” he hollered to Fred as I stopped to give the
massive barkeep a quick hug, kissed his cheek goodbye, and then
followed Hawk out the door. “Joey’s got shotgun!” Rocker hollered
as