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shoulder, hoping it was enough to entice her.
     
    With obvious mistrust, she grudgingly said, “I guess I could go. I’m suddenly very hungry.”
     
    Sylas was pleased. He still didn't understand what was happening with this woman, this human, but he wasn't going to waste time double guessing himself.
     
    Never in his five hundred years had he known a woman such as her. She was self-sufficient, self-assured, and unafraid. There was a hint at some kind of great sorrow in her life. It showed in the tiniest of things, but mostly he caught it when he looked into those emerald eyes.
     
    Sylas asked what Jack needed help with.  They spent an hour cleaning up the bar before they were satisfied to close it up for the night, and headed out.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 5
     
    While waiting for Jack to finish up, Chance thought back over the fight. Something wasn’t quite right with the events that had taken place. She’d had been caught off guard when she felt Sylas at her back.  It wasn’t one of the bikers – instinct told her that, and while she was grateful for the help, it also meant she was responsible for his wellbeing.  After all, Chance was the one who wanted to hustle the men even though she had the money from the lottery. There wasn’t really a need for it, other than she wanted to have some fun.  Letting Sylas take the hit for that wasn’t right.
     
    Sylas was all muscle, stealth, and danger.  He wasn’t an innocent, and probably fully capable of protecting a woman, but Chance could take care of herself.  Past experience taught her that relying on men lead down a dark path. With all the growling and posturing that had been going on before and right after, Chance recalled feeling nervous, as if they were predators and she was the prey. The feeling had put her immediately on the defense, not to mention her body feeling as if it was answering some kind of predatory call. It was in this singular moment that she knew that Sylas had brought on those strange feelings.
     
    Chance remembered the moment when she was able to take a closer look at him. He sat down on the stool in front of her while she cooled down. His smile had taken her breath away. If she thought Jack was good looking, then she needed to check her mind in at the local psycho ward. Jack paled in comparison. Sylas had dimples in his cheeks that only showed themselves when he grinned. He sported a shadow of beard that her fingers itched to touch. His features were Romanesque, with full lips that begged to be lightly bitten and teased. Green eyes that seemed to glow were framed with thick black lashes and they crinkled along the edges when he smiled.
     
    Chance had looked lower, dropping her head to hide her perusal. His body was all man. Powerful, with wide shoulders that dropped to a smaller waistline, thighs that were large and well-defined. All in all he was a perfect male specimen. Raising her head to look into those eyes, she saw something there. Confusion, maybe? Desire, definitely. But there was something more, something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
     
    If Sylas was a predator, was she willing to be his prey? Her mind said no, but her body was screaming yes. Chance wasn’t sure about the strange feelings suddenly stirring within her body and mind.
     
    * * * *
     
    Chance was walking towards her bike when she heard someone call out her name. She stopped and turned, surprised to find Sylas standing so close. She had to fight the urge to step back.
     
    “You forgot your coat. Here, let me help you with it.” He spoke quietly, holding it out for her. She turned to put her arms in. He pulled it up and set the shoulders of her coat down. Gently, he pulled her braid up from under her coat. “Such beautiful hair on an even more beautiful woman.”
     
    Chance could barely hear his praise. A rush of heat warmed her.  She cleared her throat and asked,  “So where are we going to