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Tossing the leather vest onto the seat, the next thing to go was his t-shirt, leaving him in nothing but motorcycle boots and a pair of jeans.

I watched with avid fascination as he bent over and dug into his saddlebags, the dog tags that he was wearing swinging forward and nearly grazing the seat that his tight ass rested on when he rode.

Dear, sweet baby Jesus.

He hadn’t been wearing dog tags the other day.

Why was he wearing them now? He wasn’t active military.

He came back out of his bent position with a t-shirt in his hands from his saddlebags.

My eyes went to the dog tags that rested between an impressive set of pectorals, and I watched in utter fascination as he pulled the t-shirt over his head and settled it into place.

It was a simple black t-shirt.

But it had a few holes in it, as if it was so old and worn that he probably should’ve been throwing it away instead of storing it as a spare in his saddlebags.

I nearly moaned when he looked up then and caught me staring.

I could do nothing but stand there as he grinned and started toward me.

“Thanks,” he said as he made his way up the walk. “You’re letting all the cold air out, though.”

I sure the fuck was.

I didn’t often do that seeing as we lived in Texas. But today was a fairly mild day compared to our usual.

“Yeah,” I found myself saying. “But I didn’t want to go sit down only to have to get up a few seconds later.”

He winked at me, and I tried not to moan.

Jesus Christ.

Was there anything hotter than Dax Tremaine winking at you?

I thought not.

Hell, there’d been one point in time when Theo had done it and I thought it was adorable.

There wasn’t a single thing about Dax doing it that was adorable.

Sexy as fuck? Yes.

Adorable? Hell no.

“Everybody here already?” he asked conversationally.

I shrugged. “Honestly? I have no idea.”

He eyed my head.

“You have some peach fuzz,” he said.

I did.

“Oh!” He paused with his foot halfway into the entryway. “I found a hat!”

I watched as he jogged back to his bike then bent over it to retrieve something from his saddlebags.

I may or may not have watched his ass the entire time.

I wasn’t admitting to anything.

He stood up straight moments later with something in his hand.

I narrowed my eyes and stepped out onto the porch, trying to get a better view, but when I went to look at it, he moved his arm so whatever it was was behind his back.

“No peeking.” He laughed as he jogged back up the walkway.

That was when I watched as his pectorals bounced with his movement.

Jesus Christ on a cracker.

Was there anything this man could do that wasn’t sexy?

He stopped directly in front of me, then produced a hat from behind his back.

That was when I burst out laughing.

“Ahhh,” I said as I ripped it from his hands and settled it on my head.

It was a little tight, likely because it was sized for a child, but that didn’t matter.

It was the best thing ever.

“How do I look?” I asked as I flipped the braid that was hanging off the back of the hat around so that it was resting on my shoulder. Then I did a little pose for him.

He grinned.

“Best yard sale find ever,” he admitted. “It looks cute on you.”

He tapped the bill of my hat with his finger and I felt my cheeks heating.

“Oh, man,” I heard said. “That’s rich. You know that Anna is her most favorite Disney character ever, right?”

I heard my mother’s voice from behind me and turned to see her staring at me with adoration on her face.

“She used to watch it on repeat even when she was a teenager,” my traitorous mother said.

Dax’s amused eyes came to me.

“If you were going to come to the door anyway,” I said, trying not to appear upset. “Then why am I here?”

She gestured toward the road where a man had pulled up without my knowledge.

I blinked, surprised to see him halfway up the drive.

Then turned to Dax who was scowling hard.

So obviously I hadn’t been the only one that’d been caught up in my own little world.

One where Dax and Dax alone was the center of it.

“The pizza delivery guy bringing our pizzas,” she said.

I blinked, surprised.

“I know you said twenty pizzas, but that looks like enough pizza for the whole police department!?” I remarked.

Dax walked down to meet the delivery driver, nodded his head in thanks, then walked back with his own stack from the delivery guy’s car.

It was obvious that he heard my question, though, because he came to me with a grin on his face.

“We’re growing boys,” he said to my comment.

I just shook my head and walked inside, feeling the tail of hair snake down my back.


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