the way his chest heaved under the vest he was wearing and the ripple of his muscles. She had been so enamored the night before that she hadn’t even noticed the tattoos across his knuckles and the ring in his ear. As he approached her, she found herself wanting to get up from the stool and take cover behind the counter. She wanted to make him pay for what he had done, to make him as embarrassed as she had been. But instead she looked up and allowed her eyes to lock with his, and in an instant she was claimed.
“What are you doing here?” she tried to say angrily.
Lynx sat down next to her and lay the rose on the counter.
“I came to apologize,” he said seriously.
Tammy looked at him deep in the eyes to try and gauge his sincerity. He seemed completely genuine.
She got to her feet and turned her back to him. She walked to one of the booths in the corner and cleared the condiments and cutlery away to busy her hands.
“I know you’re mad at me,” he said. “And I really am sorry.”
She ignored him again and walked around the back of the counter so there was a barrier between them.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” she said sternly. “We were only talking for what, half an hour? You didn’t do anything.”
He looked hurt at her dismissal. “I acted out of line,” he said, “And I want to make it up to you.”
He picked up the rose and held it out to her. It was such a strange sight—this huge, dangerous man with his big strong hands clutching such a delicate flower. It was almost poetic. The rose could easily have been Tammy, ready to get crushed right there in his palm.
She didn’t reach out and take it, but he didn’t lay it back down, either.
“We had a connection,” he continued. “Something instant. I’m sorry for suddenly going cold.”
Tammy scrunched up her lip and tried not to look fazed.
“I’ll explain it all to you, but I wanted to come down here and apologize and let you know that I want to see you again. I want to take you out, properly…” he trailed off and his eyes moved over Tammy’s shoulder and into the kitchen.
She turned to see what had caught his attention, and it was Mick, his eyes wide, listening to their every word. Tammy shooed him away and then turned back to Lynx. She could tell that he was certainly sorry.
“I’ll think about it,” she said sternly, and then she turned and went back to the register, where she picked up her pen and notepad. “Now, can I get you something to eat or drink, sir?”
A wicked smile flashed over Lynx’s lips. “How about a beer?” he asked.
“Coming right up,” Tammy grinned cheerily.
She unscrewed the cap on the beer and passed Lynx the bottle. When he took it from her, he kept hold of her hand and placed the rose inside of her fist.
“I’m not leaving here until you accept this,” he said with his gruff voice. “And believe me, I mean it. I’ve never got a woman flowers before.”
Tammy felt herself blushing, and he seemed to like it when she went shy on him. His lip curled with delight and his grip tightened around her wrist. As they looked into each other’s eyes, all of the passion and lust from the night before came flowing back, and Tammy could barely stand it. Her heart was pounding and she couldn’t look away, but she knew he was bad for her… How could she play his games and possibly win?
“Thank you,” she whispered as she held the rose up to her face and breathed in its sweet scent.
“No,” he smiled. “Thank you, for giving me a second chance.”
“Well, I haven’t agreed to that yet,” Tammy said playfully. Lynx seemed to find it funny—he cracked a huge smile and looked down at the beer bottle before taking a deep swig.
“I can tell you’re going to be the type to keep me on my toes,” he said.
“Really?” Tammy was genuinely surprised. “I actually think it’s going to be the other way around…”
Lynx winked at her and sipped his beer.
“What time do you get