She was robbed of her no doubt brilliant defense when I heard my name shouted from the proximity of the hood.
I pointed at my daughter. “This isn’t over.” I then hauled myself out of the car and directed myself to the front of my car, where I expected to see Lucky and the unnamed corrupter of my daughter’s virtue. To my horror, not only did I see them, but two other equally hot sex gods and Zane. I was momentarily stopped in my tracks at this sight, not because they were hot—which they were—but because of the hateful glare Zane was directing at me. I hadn’t even spoken a word to him. What was this dude’s deal?
“Got good news and bad news for you, babe,” Lucky told me, not looking up from the hood.
I regained my motor skills and walked a teeny bit closer to the hot guy huddle. Not too close though; with the look Zane was directing at me, I was worried laser beams might come out of his eyes and incinerate me.
I swallowed, trying to ignore it. “I do always like my dessert first,” I addressed the bald head still bent in the depths of my car.
A manly chuckle erupted at this statement and I glanced to one of the hot guys who was smiling at me. I struggled not to melt on the spot. I recognized him from the café on the first morning of my job. He had dirty blond hair tied haphazardly into a delicious bun.
Lucky straightened, and I struggled to tear my eyes away from the rugged surfer to focus on news about my car.
“The good news is, we can get you to your movie, but not in this car,” he told me, wiping his hands on a dirty rag. I didn’t understand how that would clean them, but then again I wasn’t a big badass biker mechanic. I was not party to their ways.
“I don’t follow,” I told him, confused. Confused because male gods had gone in with their attractiveness and muddled up all my thoughts.
“Well, to fix your car it’s going to take a touch longer than half an hour. We have to order in the parts, and we have to wait till Monday to do that,” he explained.
My face drained. “Fiddlesticks,” I muttered under my breath. Of course my day could not just be filled with eating my body weight in movie snacks and perving at outlaw men who drove hot cars. No. It had to deal with man boys who chatted up my daughter, fielding death stares from a hot biker, and having car trouble. I focused to see that all of the men, except Zane of course, were openly grinning at me. Even the dark-haired one, who had also been at the café and didn’t look like his manly face grinned much.
“Zane!” An excited voice turned the attention away from me, which I was thankful for. I didn’t think a woman could handle that many hot guys staring at her at the same time. Something could happen. Spontaneous combustion, hormone overdose. Something dangerous, anyway. Unfortunately, the excited voice was that of my daughter, someone I definitely didn’t want four and a half hot men staring at.
But staring at her they were.
She rounded the car with a grin on her face, oblivious to all of the other attention on her as she approached the biker.
“I so thought you might be here. This is your club, right?” She didn’t give him the time to answer and just kept on talking. “I told Mom that we should come in and say hello,” her eyes cut to me, “but she didn’t want to disturb you. Totally sucks about the car, but at least you’re here and we can thank you again for the other day.” Her blue eyes brightened. “You should come to the movies with us and we can treat you, as a thank you. Don’t worry, we don’t see girly stuff. We love action movies—the more unbelievable, unrealistic explosions and car chases, the better,” she quickly reassured him.
I swallowed a snort. I didn’t think there were enough explosions and car chases in the world to get a man like Zane into a movie theatre to watch one. He was more likely to participate in them in real life than watch them play out on the big screen.
Zane regarded Lexie with a completely different look than the glower I had been treated to just seconds ago. I didn’t think his granite face had the ability to produce a tender look, but his eyes softened slightly.
“Movies aren’t really my scene, Lex,” he told her, his voice gravelly.
My eyes moved to the men, who had lost their easygoing grins and were watching Zane and Lexie in something akin to amazement.
Lucky’s mouth was actually agape. He recovered quickly. “Mom?” he declared weirdly, then looked between Lexie and me. “No fuckin’ way. That’s your daughter?” he asked in amazement.
“That’s what they told me at the hospital,” I replied, moving my eyes from Zane.
“You’re shittin’ me! There’s no way you’re old enough to have a kid,” he told me.