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sat around drinking and talking. The noise level was much lower and the laughter subdued. She wanted to throw out a joke like, Who died? , but she knew that it was entirely possible someone had in their line of business.
     
    And then she chided herself. She didn’t know what the Mojave Boys actually did, and she was making unfair assumptions. For all she knew, they had a 501c3 and raised money for the homeless or underprivileged children. She doubted it, but she had to give the benefit of the doubt. After all, she hadn’t really met any of them aside from Vance, with the exception of Joe, who had a bad attitude and was nosy. But that didn’t mean he struck her as a hardened criminal or a violent man. To the contrary, he actually seemed fairly passive.
     
    She sat at the same barstool to wait for Vance. She was about five minutes early, and Joe walked over with a reluctant smile. “Back again? I didn’t scare you away with my grouchiness?”
     
    She shook her head and smiled back. “On the contrary. You give the place character. And you pour a good whiskey sour. I’ll take one now, if you don’t mind.”
     
    “No shot tonight?” Joe asked tauntingly.
     
    Maya didn’t take the bait. “Not tonight, Joe. I wouldn’t want to make the mistake of drinking too much on an empty stomach and end up accidentally proving your point about not being able to handle my liquor.”
     
    Joe actually laughed, and Maya stared at him as he poured her drink. Maybe he wasn’t so miserable. Maya had a sneaking suspicion the guy just put up a front. Maybe he was a little disgruntled and lonely, but he wasn’t the asshole he pretended to be.
     
    He came back with two drinks, and Maya started to protest, but as she opened her mouth, Vance slid smoothly onto the stool next to her, a salacious grin on his face that liquefied her entire body. She could have slid right out of her seat in that moment as he eyed her with unabashed hunger. “I had this terrible feeling you might try to stand me up, and I checked all the fluids in my ride to make sure I could come after you if you left town.”
     
    That should have sounded like a threat, but it only aroused Maya more. It was a compliment, a sign that Vance had really looked forward to this and hadn’t just decided he needed another roll in the hay. Sure, the sex was incredible, but Maya had looked forward to this part of the evening as much as the physical intimacy she craved. “I’m glad to see you, too, Mr. Biker. With the large crowd gathered here tonight,” she said with bitter sarcasm, “I thought something bad might have happened and you’d be tied up elsewhere. Perhaps literally.”
     
    He chuckled. “Some of the guys are out of town on business. I never have been and never will be tied up without permission. You, on the other hand…” He trailed off, leaving the rest to her imagination. Maya certainly knew how to fill in the blank, and it had her shifting in her seat as her desire grew. Abruptly, he changed the subject. “So, have you decided how long you’re staying in our charming little town?”
     
    Maya hesitated, trying to decide how to answer that question. This was far more enjoyable than she’d imagined, and she could see herself having friendly—and teasing—conversation with Vance for several evenings. At the same time, she didn’t want to overstay her welcome, and she didn’t want to give the impression that she was eager for an extended emotional connection. It was purely sexual, with a little friendly companionship thrown in on the side.
     
    “Depending on how I feel in the morning, I’ll probably stay at least one more night.” She wanted to gauge his reaction to that and see if she could draw him out of his shell so she could make an informed decision.
     
    He sipped his drink, obviously delaying his own reply. He truly was a difficult one, and Maya liked the challenge. She hoped she presented as much intrigue and entertainment for Vance.