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ring on Silas’s sexy hands. Fuck, please be single.
    “It’s what I want,” I said, handing the drawing back to him. “It’s perfect.”
    He peered at me, gauging my certainty, then glanced out the front window as if in thought. “Okay. Gimme a second, I’ll be right back.”
    As he disappeared down the side hallway, I wandered the room and admired his work. I didn’t know shit about art, other than it was subjective, but most of his stuff I liked. I paused, intrigued by a poster-sized canvas layered with different shades of red. It was like two shapes intertwined behind fuzzy glass.
    “You like that one?” Footsteps approached and a huge shadow fell on the wall before me.
    “What are they doing?” I asked. These shapes in the red fog were people . . . dancing?
    His voice was light and curious. “What do you think?”
    “Are you going to say my answer is a reflection of what I want to see? Because, honestly, it sort of looks like they’re fucking.”
    He laughed, and it echoed beneath the vaulted ceiling. “If that’s true, don’t worry. I see it too.”
    I glanced up at him, and the moment our gazes met I almost burst into flames. I fought back the urge to tear my clothes off and climb on him. An expression lingered on his face that said he’d be okay with it.
    The tension was thick and it seemed neither of us could find words.
    Finally, he spoke. “What do you think your boyfriend would see in my painting?”
    “Pardon me?”
    “I’m asking about your boyfriend.” His voice was casual. “It’s because I’m curious if you have one, but I’m too subtle to ask.”
    My smile leaked out before I could play it cool. “Oh, I see.” A warm tingle built at the base of my spine. “I don’t know. I don’t have a boyfriend. My last one lacked your . . . subtlety.” I noticed the jacket and helmet in his hands. He’d stowed his helmet on the bike. “Who’s that for?”
    His fingers drummed on the hard shell. “You, if you’re up for it. My friend’s tattoo place is in Lakeview.”
    The mere thought of climbing onto the bike and wrapping my arms around his waist sent heat blasting through me. My knees pinched together. “You can’t tattoo here?”
    “No, I don’t have any of the equipment. I used to work out of my friend’s shop when I needed steady pay, but now I only do ink as a favor. I called him and he said we could come by.”
    “Favor,” I repeated.
    Silas thrust the helmet at me. “Yeah. Joseph gave me a heads up you might call.”
    I stared at the black plastic and foam that would protect my brain if my hands wandered and made Silas crash, which I had serious concerns about.
    “You nervous about riding on a motorcycle?” His grin melted my underwear. “I promise I’ll go slow.”
    No, that wasn’t what I wanted. Needles might turn my stomach inside-out, but a motorcycle was something I could handle. I pulled the helmet from his hands, headed toward the front door, and hoped he couldn’t hear the excitement that tinged my voice. “Let’s go.”

Chapter
    FOUR
    Silas’s motorcycle was all chrome and glossy black with a large front wheel. It was a throwback, cruiser style, but aggressive and reeked of testosterone. I tucked my head into the spare helmet as Silas straddled the bike and donned his. The throaty roar of the engine drowned out the jitters in my head about what was going to happen. His visor was up and the whites of his eyes stood out in the shadow, then his head ticked back, gesturing for me to get on.
    Fuck, he didn’t have to tell me twice.
    His shoulder was a rock as I steadied my hand on it, hoisting my leg over the bike and settling down on the tiny leather cushion. There wasn’t much room left for me, given his size, which meant I’d have to get close. Mmmm, no issue there.
    Both of his hands were on the handlebars, and it was clear he was waiting. I slid my ass closer until my body was pressed against his, my breasts flattened against his broad