5
Charlie
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INSTEAD OF LEAVING, he stood there quietly and watched me swing the bat a few more times. Unfortunately, I was already starting to sober up and feeling a little foolish. Here I was, in the middle of the night, half-n***d and acting like a crazy, scorned woman over a dickhead like Cody.
If that wasn’t bad enough, I was beginning to feel some attraction between myself and the stranger. With his silvery blue eyes, fierce angular face, and sexy smile, it was hard not to.
“You done?” he asked when I finally lowered the bat. “You missed a few spots.”
I examined my work. The Mercedes looked like it had been through a tornado. “Funny.” I began walking back toward the club, grateful that a cop hadn’t showed up and arrested me.
“Hold up, now,” the biker said, catching up to
