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telling her to suck him off was romantic, and she didn’t have experience outside of Jeff. He’d been an ass, but she’d been blinded by…well, stupidity. He’d shown her a little attention and suddenly she’d thought he’d hung the moon.
    That thought stopped her in her tracks. Was she doing the same thing with Crimson? Holly gave herself a mental shake. No, of course she wasn’t acting the same way. For one thing, there was no contest between who was the better man. Crimson had seen her safely home then left when she’d asked him to. He’d tried to fix her car, then offered her a ride to work when he couldn’t. And that kiss? It might have been enough to stick with her all day, but it wasn’t like he’d bent her over his arm and shoved his tongue down her throat.
    Not that she would have complained if he had. After she’d gone to bed last night, she’d mentally slapped herself for sending Crimson away without seeing just how hot things would get between them. She hoped she’d have a chance to rectify that mistake tonight. Sure, she’d invited him to stay for pizza, but she was hoping he might want to stick around until morning, maybe test out how comfy her bed was.
    “Holly!” Her boss snapped her name and she jerked her head around in his direction. “You’re off the clock as of now. You can’t focus for shit tonight. Three tables have been waiting on drinks while you daydream. Get your act together or don’t bother coming in tomorrow.”
    She bit back the retort that sprang to her lips, untied her apron, cashed out her tips, then pulled her cell from her purse, only to stop when she realized she didn’t have Crimson’s number. She knew the M.C. hung out at that clubhouse on the edge of town, but she couldn’t remember the name of it.
    “Need something?” Marcy asked, snapping her gum. “You look a little lost.”
    “Someone was supposed to give me a ride home, but I don’t know his number.”
    Marcy smiled. “You mean that hunk of man who couldn’t keep his eyes off you earlier? I don’t have his number, but one of his buddies slipped me a number when I walked past their table.” She pulled out a napkin and showed it to Holly. “Don’t see why you can’t use it to reach your man.”
    Digger 555-4372
    Holly dialed the number and waited for the shifter to answer. At least, she assumed he was a shifter.
    “Digger,” a gruff voice answered.
    “Um, this is Holly at Laguna Paradise. I was hoping you might help me reach Crimson. He didn’t leave his number with me and my shift ended early.”
    “Sure thing, doll. Hang on.”
    She heard the scrape of a chair and then some muffled voices.
    “This is Crimson.”
    “It’s Holly. I was told to clock out early and I need a ride home. I wasn’t sure if you were busy now.”
    “Stay put and I’ll be right there. Are we still on for pizza or are you too tired?”
    She smiled. “I’m not too tired.”
    “Give me ten minutes.”
    Before she could respond, he disconnected the call. Holly decided to wait on the porch of Laguna’s. It was a pretty night out and she didn’t see any reason for Crimson to get out of the truck to come find her, assuming he remembered to bring it and not the bike. Riding on the bike had been a thrill, but she’d much prefer to do it again in jeans and appropriate footwear.
    She saw his truck pull into the parking lot and she hurried down the steps to meet him. Before he had a chance to turn off the engine, she pulled open the passenger door and climbed inside. He grinned at her as she closed the door.
    “You eager to head home?” he asked. “Or are you just really happy to see me?”
    “Maybe a bit of both.”
    His grin widened. “That a fact? Then I guess I better hurry up and get you home. Why don’t you let me call in our pizza order while we’re on the way, that way we won’t have to wait too long.”
    “All right. I’ll eat anything but mushrooms, olives, or anchovies.”
    “I can live without