“Si, senor.”
Carter reached for his beer, drank deep, then stroked his tongue over his top lip.
A small pull of desire tugged Leah’s belly. The guy was too damn cute for his own good—in a dark and deadly and her father-would-flip-if-he-could-see-her-now kind of way.
She copied him and took a drink, glad of the cool fluid after the hot ride. “So this errand. We’re going to do it after we eat?”
“Nope.” He glanced around. “I’ll do it here. Won’t take more than a minute.”
“Oh, I see. And what is it—?”
“You wearing a Barbarian’s cut?” he asked.
“Er, no?” She frowned.
“Barbarian Til I Dieink on your skin?” He raised his eyebrows.
She tipped her head. “You know there isn’t.” What was he talking about?
“So don’t ask questions, babe.”
She opened her mouth and closed it again. It was her job to ask questions—usually she was the person in the middle of a courtroom demanding answers to her questions.
Yet here she was being told not to do the one thing she was really damn good at. What she was paid money to do.
He set his hand over hers. “What you don’t know can’t hurt you.” He squeezed.
“I guess.” Before she could say anything else, the waiter appeared carrying a huge tray. He set it on an upturned barrel then began unloading it onto their table.
Baked tacos the size of her hand, salsa verde, lime segments, baked green peppers, smoked fish, flaked fish, avocado slices, shrimp ceviche, and sour cream.
“This looks incredible,” she said when it was laid out. “And all this for two people.”
He chuckled and took a taco. “I’m hungry…” He leaned forward, his eyes sparkling. “Fucking you on the kitchen counter has given me one hell of an appetite.”
“Carter!” Her eyes widened and she glanced at the next table to see if he’d been overheard.
He hadn’t.
“You can’t say things like that.”
He shrugged and loaded his taco. “Why not? It’s the truth. I thought that’s what you dealt in. Truth.”
“I do, but…”
“But nothing. I say it how it is where you’re concerned, Leah. I might not tell you something because it keeps you safe, but other than that, expect the truth.” He bit into his taco, chewed, then swallowed and took a slug of beer. “I want it to be that way between us.”
“There’s an us?”
He smiled, a sexy-as-fuck lopsided grin that did strange things to her pussy and her heart. “There is today.”
She bit into her taco to hold words in. Words that would do no good. What was the point in telling him there’d never really be a Leah and Carter? Her father would burst a blood vessel, so would her partner at the firm, Nick. And Willow … well, Willow would congratulate her on getting a good fuck with a hot biker, but she wouldn’t expect anything else, not a relationship.
“Ah, look.” He nodded behind her.
Leah turned. A hummingbird, its wings the color of oil on water, hovered at a sugar feeder. She smiled.
Live in the present.That was what her yoga instructor always said. Be in the moment.