Biker’s POV
I should have kept walking.
That was the first thought that crossed my mind when I saw her still sitting at the bar.
The second was that I had no reason to look back.
I looked anyway.
She was staring at the hallway I’d disappeared through.
Not at the people around her.
Not at the drink in front of her.
At the hallway.
I almost smiled.
Almost.
There was something amusing about the way she tried to pretend she wasn’t curious.
She wasn’t very good at it.
I had met plenty of curious people.
Most of them asked questions because they wanted something.
Information.
Access.
Money.
A favor.
She didn’t seem to want anything from me.
She simply wanted to know.
That was different.
I had no idea why that interested me.
I turned away from the bar and continued toward t
