Gage adored the feel of this woman in his arms. “I think you’re going to want to kiss me again,” he whispered, but Sheryl just stared at him.
“Why would I want to do that?” she asked, though everything about tonight said she wanted to do that. From the sexy dress she wore, to the way she’d tried to get him away from her mother and grandmother, to the way she’d practically cemented herself to him on that motorcycle.
“Because Ricky’s here, and he’s not alone.”
She tensed in his arms, scanning the crowd now. “Where? I haven’t seen him.”
“I saw him the moment we arrived,” Gage said. And he had. He’d moved them to the wet bar and then into the crowd, hoping Ricky would get the hint and leave. He certainly wasn’t going to make a move in public. Gage knew that. The other man was too much of a
