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what she’d come here looking for. Right?
    She was still having trouble thinking straight. She was also feeling a little . . . disheveled. She smoothed her hands down her leather skirt, making sure it hadn’t ridden up her thighs, and then tucked her hair behind her ears.
    Ian followed her movements with his eyes. His gaze warmed her skin as though he’d touched her.
    She swallowed. “Okay, fine. You can take me to the wedding. It’s on”—what the hell was the date?—“June twelfth.” She remembered something else: “I may need you for the rehearsal dinner, too.”
    His eyes gleamed with something—satisfaction, or maybe amusement. Not that she cared what he was feeling, of course. She needed a hot date, and Ian Hart fit the bill. And since this was partial payback for his cancelling her show, it was kind of like a business transaction.
    “I’ll keep that weekend open,” he said. “And now I have a favor to ask you.”
    She frowned. “You don’t get to ask me a favor. You could take me to ten weddings and you’d still owe me.” But then her curiosity got the better of her. “What is it?”
    “I’d appreciate it if you’d let me take you home now.”
    Her frown deepened. “Now? I only got here an hour ago. What if I’m not ready to leave yet? And how is that a favor to you, anyway?”
    One corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. “I’m afraid that if you stay, you’ll keep drinking. And then you might find some other bad boy you like more than me.”
    She spoke without thinking. “I wouldn’t—” She stopped herself just in time and coughed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I did,” she finished primly.
    His smile turned into a grin. “So why don’t you let me take you home now? You drank, you danced, you hung out with your friend and got hit on by Arthur. That’s pretty good for a night on the town. Why don’t you cap it off with a ride on a motorcycle? That was one of your requirements for a bad boy, right?”
    She stared at him. “You have a motorcycle?”
    “I used to, a long time ago. I borrowed one tonight just for you.”
    He used to drive a motorcycle. Her gaze drifted down to the tattoos on his arms, and she wondered if they dated from the same period in his history.
    She reached out and traced one of the tattoos with the tip of a finger. It was gorgeous—a red-and-black dragon twisting sinuously around Ian’s bicep.
    “How old were you when you got these?”
    “Old enough to know better,” he said after a moment. His voice sounded husky, and she looked at him.
    Their eyes locked, and she lost track of the conversation. Then she snatched her hand away from his arm and cleared her throat.
    “You don’t have to drive me home. And you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll hang out with Simone a while longer and go home with her.”
    Ian looked over her shoulder, towards the bar. “Simone looks busy.”
    Kate turned her head and saw her friend chatting with a cute guy. “She’s just passing the time. She wouldn’t ditch me for a guy—not after the day I’ve had.”
    “If you go home with me, she won’t have to make that choice.” He paused for a second. “And by ‘go home with me,’ I mean let me drive you home and see you to your door.”
    She rolled her eyes. “I get that you’re not propositioning me, Hart. You don’t have to keep emphasizing it.”
    She glanced back at Simone again. As though he sensed that she was wavering, Ian’s voice turned persuasive. “It’s a Harley. Black leather, chrome, and more power than you’ve ever felt between your legs. A bad girl’s dream. What do you say?”
    A bad girl’s dream.
    She had no idea how he was doing it, but Ian seemed to know exactly what to say to her tonight.
    “Okay, you’ve convinced me. I’ll tell Simone I’m leaving and meet you out front in a few minutes.”
    As she made her way through the crowd, she replayed another choice phrase in her head.
    More power than you’ve ever felt between