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members now.” He grinned. “And we ride motorcycles.”
     
    Shayla rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “And the club name—does it have anything to do with the tattoo on your arm there?” She pointed to the Greek script she’d been admiring earlier.
     
    Luke glanced down at his bicep, then back up at her. “It’s from The Iliad .” He reached over and traced the lines, reading out, “ Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter .”
     
    “That’s beautiful.”
     
    Luke dropped his arm and picked up a menu. Before he could respond, though, their waitress arrived. She was a thin woman in her early-thirties, with a beautiful if forced smile. She didn’t even spare a glance to Shayla, focusing all her attention on Luke.
     
    Shayla couldn’t really blame her.
     
    “My name is Shelly. I’ll be your server this evening. Can I get you something to drink?” She batted her eyelashes. “Maybe something a little more refreshing than water?”
     
    What, did she think she could get him tipsy and he’d forget that he was on a date with another woman? Wait...was he on a date? Were they on a date? Or was it considered something else? A date normally ended with a goodnight kiss and the promise of a phone call. Shayla doubted that this would end with anything other than a couple hickeys and—hopefully—a mind-blowing orgasm.
     
    “I’ll have a Coke, please,” Luke said, the picture of gentlemanly charm. To his credit, he didn’t return the flirty smile or the lusty gaze.
     
    “I’ll have the same.”
     
    The waitress looked at Shayla as if she was just noticing her there. “Of course.”
     
    She trotted off, swaying her hips, which did look quite sensational underneath the tight fitting skirt. Shayla had the feeling that Shelly was a much better match for Luke. She looked like a girl who knew the score, and with the stab of jealousy that gutted Shayla, she was beginning to think that she herself did not know the score.
     
    If she did, she’d feel a sense of pride in knowing that she was going to take Luke home. Or that he was going to take her home. And she wouldn’t really care about what he did with the rest of his time. But a sense of insecurity began to creep up in Shayla as it became more and more apparent that Luke was not just a beard and muscles. He had a beautiful line of classical poetry tattooed on his arm. He rescued kittens. He brought books places and read them.
     
    Anyway, she chose not to worry about it. She was still feeling a little bit heady from the ride over, and knew that her mind was probably just trying to psych her out of having a good time. Brains were petty like that.
     
    “So what do you do when you’re not rescuing kittens in distress?”
     
    Luke smirked. “I rescue the odd damsel tied to the train tracks as well.”
     
    “Quite the do-gooder.” Shayla raised an eyebrow.
     
    “I have to do some good to make up for the amount of bad I do.”
     
    His voice was like velvet, but the meaning was anything but soft. A shiver went through Shayla.
     
    “What else do you do besides get bossed around at your job?” Luke asked.
     
    “That’s basically it.” Shayla frowned. “Today was the first day that I got to do any actual news. Mostly I just grab coffee and run errands.”
     
    The waitress came back with their drinks, bending over an unnecessary amount to slide the dewy glasses onto the table. Luke kept his eyes on Shayla the whole time, much to Shelly’s chagrin.
     
    “Have you guys thought about food?”
     
    Shayla had not, but she asked for a burger and fries. It was always the safest bet. Luke did the same, and gave a half-second smile to the waitress before turning back to Shayla. Shelly sauntered off again, but neither of them looked this time.
     
    “She likes you,” Shayla commented, taking a sip of her Coke. “Sure you don’t want to be having dinner