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the charter. And with that move, away from any chance of Tina hooking up with Vincent. Yet time obviously hadn’t erased the memories between them. Or the attraction.
    She hobbled into the restroom, noting a slight improvement in the pain and swelling. After washing her hands and face and combing her hair, she squeezed toothpaste onto her index finger and brushed her teeth. Morning breath grossed her out.
    Someone knocked on the bedroom door as she hopped toward the bed. “Come in.”
    “Hey.” Vincent stepped inside, looking concerned. “What are you doing?”
    “Good morning to you too, Mr. Sunshine.” Still upset about the blow-off last night, she couldn’t deny how good he looked first thing in the morning. “I needed to go to the bathroom.”
    “Glad to see you’re more mobile today. Doc found a pair of crutches one of the old ladies used last year—she’s about your height. And here.” He offered her a pair of jeans. “From Natasha.”
    Tina peeked at the tag to see if they were close to the right size.
Perfect.
“Thank you.”
    “Hungry?” he asked.
    “A little,” she said. “Dying for a cup of coffee though.”
    He smiled. “We keep as much coffee in this place as we do beer. Want to take a shower first or shall I carry you to the dining room?”
    “Conveniently forgot to bring the crutches?”
    She’d never been under any illusions about Vincent. For a minute she considered exactly what intrigued her the most. His steely blue eyes and thick lashes? Or his blade-like nose and sensuous lips? Next she studied his impeccably trimmed goatee, which did nothing but draw attention to his mouth. Physically appealing in every way, but inside he seemed conflicted, like something boiled just below the surface. Even when he smiled, his eyes were sad.
    He was dressed in dark jeans with a muscle shirt underneath his vest, and she focused on his front patches. Less prominent than the ones on his back, she didn’t like the one near his right shoulder—
Snitches are a dying breed.
Men like him harbored secrets and did things she disapproved of. As an attorney, she often represented defendants from his background. But the man outside his club affiliation interested her most. His wit and infectious smile, the dedicated father and friend. What she’d give to get to know that man.
    “Ready?” He stepped closer and opened up his arms.
    She willingly crawled into them, happy to find another excuse to be so close to him. She laid her cheek against his chest, his heartbeat strong and steady.
    They passed by several closed doors in the hallway. “It’s so quiet,” Tina said.
    “One of the benefits of the members being gone on business. I’ve learned to appreciate the rare minutes of peace around here.”
    “And all this time I thought you were an extrovert.”
    “I am,
most
of the time.”
    “Can’t handle the spotlight?” she asked playfully, purposely challenging him.
    “If I couldn’t handle the attention, I wouldn’t wear the patches.”
    She chuckled, liking the gruffness in his masculine voice, the air of complete control. Tina knew better, though. She’d pushed him to the edge months ago, seen him fight against what his mind and body craved. She should know—because she wanted the same thing.
Him.
In all his biker glory.
    “Can I have a kiss?” she asked, gazing up at him.
    Vincent stopped abruptly. “Here? Now?”
    Tina pretended to assess their whereabouts. “Why not? All I see is an empty corridor. Afraid we might get caught smooching?”
    He huffed, his eyes meeting hers. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
    She nodded in agreement, sighing as his mouth lowered onto hers. Chaste and quick, his lips barely brushed across hers. But she still caught a hint of his heated breath and felt the tension in his body. She wanted more.
    They emerged in the main room, the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the air. But no one appeared to be in the kitchen or in the living room.
    A short while later