Chapter 22

I hadn’t seen Noah here before, though it could just be that I’d been otherwise occupied. If I had, I would have made his acquaintance immediately. I wasn’t shy in going after what I wanted

“You’re hard to miss, Sonny,” Noah replied. “You dance the hardest, laugh the loudest, and wear the tightest pants I’ve ever seen.”

I grinned. “They make my ass look good.” I worked out enough to be confident in my assertion.

He licked his lips. “That they do.”

The bartender returned right then and Noah paid for our drinks.

“Thank you,” I said before taking a sip.

“My pleasure.”

I watched him drink his beer and wanted to lick the muscles of his throat as they contracted with each swallow. “So what do you do, Stiles?”

“Cop. You?”

I took a few seconds to recover from my handcuff fantasies before replying, “HR Manager.”

“Matches your personality.”

“Very much so.” Something occurred to me. “Why haven’t you approached me before, if you’ve been eyeing me all this time?”