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Tall, like really tall, I only came up to his shoulders and I was in 6 inch heels. Rippling muscles threatened to rip the arms of his t-shirt, and tattoos covered every inch of those impressive arms. His face was chiseled like a Greek Gods, with a square jaw and cheekbones to die for. Midnight black hair brushed his sharp jaw, he looked like Chris Hemsworth’s identical twin, well his dangerous black haired identical twin. A familiar intensity wafted off him, an air of menace in the way he held himself. Uh oh, this one was trouble, like serious trouble, the kind I swore off a year ago.
    The hunk brought his hands up like I was pointing a gun at him, a grin highlighting his too kissable mouth, very kissable in fact. How could I guy who looked like he could bench press a car while making Vin Diesel cry have lips like that? I bet he could do some things with those lips, wait… shut up ovaries!
    “Whoa darlin, didn’t mean to scare you, just saw you with an arm full of bags and those are dangerous looking shoes to be carrying that amount of stuff on.” He explained gazing down at my (fabulous) shoes. His gaze traveled up my jean clad legs to my top which I now decided showed way too much of my modest chest. He finished at my eyes and we stared at each other. His gaze was hungry, and very male. I was mesmerized for a moment and felt an ache between my thighs, I snapped myself out of it. Quickly. I didn’t need a man in my life, and definitely not a man like this.
    “Well thanks for your concern but I’m very capable of unpacking my car, by myself, and for your information I could run a marathon in these shoes.” I replied sharply.
    A full on grin lit up Thor’s evil twins face, and he looked down at various bags strewn between us then back up at me.
    “It’ll be much faster if I help, I’m not the kind of man to leave a woman in need, I’m also a sucker for an accent.” He flirted. His voice was rough and threatened to make me spontaneously combust.
    I really hoped he couldn’t see my nipples through my shirt. The man was some kind of crazy sex wizard. He stepped forward, and I slammed back into my car. My heart pounded at my rib cage, anxiety replacing the lust I was feeling moments ago. He noticed my reaction and immediately stopped in his tracks, a frown marred his beautiful face.
    “I’m not going to hurt you.” He told me carefully, eyes connecting with mine.
    “Thank you for the offer but I don’t need any help, and if you don’t mind I have a lot to do.” My voice shook as I dismissed him.
    He continued to frown at me, I felt uncomfortable under his dark gaze. This guy was intense.
    “Okay then if you’re sure. I’m Cade by the way. I’ll be seeing you round.” He promised.
    Not if I see you first.
    He paused for a moment eyes still locked with mine before he turned, strutting (okay maybe not strutting but how can a man move his ass like that without strutting. I swear he’s a wizard) over to a black SUV across the road before I could reply. It’s only then I noticed the cut, one that was far too familiar. It had different insignia on the back. A skeleton, riding a Harley brandishing a sword. The top rocker read: ‘Sons of Templars MC’. I braced myself against my car once again, struggling to stay up. My breathing was shallow as I tried to chase away the horrible memories I had of men wearing vests just like that one. You’re fine Gwen, he didn’t hurt you, no one’s going to hurt you. I took a second to pull myself together before I began to pick up my bags scattered along the ground. I squinted up to see Cade was sitting in his truck having witnessed my whole meltdown. I quickly peered down again and heard his truck drive off.
     
    I was my store the next day, trying to sort through all my merchandise, humming to myself, delightfully content. Apart from my little incident with ‘Cade’, yesterday was a great day. I managed to get all my unpacking done and spend a wonderful night in my