Chapter 213

FIONA'S HEAD BUZZED.

What did she want to say?

"My boyfriend dumped me a week ago because I'm boring." She curled her hands around the pint. Okay, so that wasn't what she wanted to say, but she needed to say it to someone. Another living, breathing person and not just her own reflection. A stranger at the bar would have to do.

"Boring?" The biker guy's gaze stroked down her body. "Sweetheart, I don't want to be disrespectful, but I'd be willing to bet he's the one who lacks imagination."

Fiona shouldn't preen. She wasn't. She was just...sipping her beer and not smiling.

"You love this guy or something?" The biker's face scrunched up over the word love, as though it were distasteful to him.

"Scott? Hell no." She set the glass down, sputtering a laugh.

"Then-what's the big deal?" He was the real rough-around-the-edges type. Big. Wide shoulders. Hands large enough to...be scary. Long hair, scruffy beard. Sharp eyes. He was dangerous, but also...under control.