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maybe, she might relax enough to at least look at Josh when he talked
to her.
    Sammy waved to Reg and Bev where they huddled in the
dark corner and they waved back, flapping their hands asking her to come sit. They each held a beer, and Sammy thought it was
about time that she did, too.

 
    Chapter
Four
     
    The fresh air was good. The late afternoon sun had begun
to set and shadows crept across the floor and licked up the walls of the small bed
and breakfast. Josh stood by his bike and took some deep breaths. He’d gotten
his wallet from the small tank bag attached to his bike, but he needed a few
extra minutes to compose himself.
    There was no getting around it, he was attracted to
Sammy. She looked so fucking good in her jeans and t-shirt. The tight material
clung to her every curve, drawing his greedy gaze like a magnet. Okay, so not
only did she have a pretty face, lips that he wanted to taste, and skin so creamy
he wanted to lick it. She had a body to die for as well—not that he’d thought
it wouldn’t be, but seeing it for himself without the
added padding of bike leathers, had almost been his undoing.
    Oh, and Christ! When he’d watched her bounce down
those stairs and stop in her tracks in front of him, Josh knew instinctively
that she was attracted to him, too. The smudge of color that spread across her
cheeks was so endearing. The mix of innocent, shy woman, and biker chick was intriguing,
and Josh had to admit, his need to know her more grew by the second.
    What was he supposed to do? He didn’t need the
headache of a relationship, though he admitted to himself he did need to get
laid. If the way his thoughts were going wild were any indication, he needed to
get laid soon. But something about little Sammy made him think she wasn’t a
one-night-only kind of girl.
    Tony,
I hate you…
    When Josh decided that he’d spent a little too long
outside, he pushed off from his bike and wandered inside. He shoved open the
door to the small dining room, and his eyes found her instantly. Sitting in the
far corner with Bev and Reg, she grinned from ear to ear as the pair regaled
her with some story, her petite hand curled around a pint of beer. Josh could
swear his heart throbbed at the sight.
    Sexy, gentle, knows how to ride a bike and she
drinks beer! Shit, it was like he’d filled in a shopping list and Sammy arrived
all ready and perfect for his use.
    He quickly snatched back that thought and took a
deep breath. He puffed out his cheeks wearily, and walked over to the bar, wondering
just what the fuck he was supposed to do when his mind ran off like a horny
teenager around her? It seemed his mind was in the same team as his cock. Team fuck Sammy. His self-preservation was
screaming at him to step back. His entire libido was urging him closer.
    What was a man to do?
    He got his pint and slid into the chair opposite
Sammy. The moment he sat down her cheeks flushed and her eyes dropped. The grip
on her beer tightened, and it was all Josh could do not to imagine that sexy
hand tightening around his cock.
    Don’t
imagine, don’t imagine… He chose to conjure a memory of the way Penny
had looked when she told him she was leaving, and that was enough to erase any
thoughts of sex. In fact, it chilled him to the bone. He’d thought Penny had loved
him. Josh had been smitten by her exotic dark looks and sleek body. He’d done
anything she wanted, spoiled her rotten—and Penny liked to be spoiled. Then,
the bitch turned on him the moment he couldn’t spoil her the way he had for a
year before.
    Jesus, he lost his job. He’d had one of the worst
weeks of his life, and instead of hugging him and telling him it would all work
out, she left him. And stomped on his pride with her six inch,
knee-high boots in the process.
    Never
again.
    “So, where to tomorrow, Josh ?” Reg’s rumbling voice snapped Josh from his melancholy thoughts so fast that he almost
jumped. His stupid, traitorous eyes fell back on Sammy as she