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he’d felt it all. All my curious touches. The lingering way I’d stroked his abs. My featherlight touch south of his belt.
    The look in his eyes told me I hadn’t been as delicate with my touch as I thought.
    He knew. He knew everything I felt about him.
    I opened my mouth to say something, anything, to shatter the sexual tension hovering between us, but then everything went sideways and I found myself swept into Reb’s arms once again.
    “What are you doing?” I gasped.
    Reb grunted. “It’s dark and the ground’s uneven out here. Don’t need you twisting your other fucking ankle.”
    Knowing better by now than to argue with this man, I gave up the fight, clasped my arms around his shoulders, and let him carry me across the yard and up the front steps. Zag and Tucker waited for us at the front door.
    My body burned as both their gazes took in my position in Reb’s arms. I really hated feeling helpless. Even worse to have an audience.
    “Why are you carrying Ms. Clark?” Tucker blinked owlishly up at me.
    “She twisted her ankle,” Reb rumbled in response, then turned to Zag. “I’ll see you at the clubhouse tomorrow afternoon.”
    He jerked his head in a tight nod. “You sure you’re okay, Em?”
    I just rolled my eyes and ignored the question. Like he really cared. “Tell Jess I’ll call her tomorrow.”
    The sharp reminder had Reb squeezing me a little tighter in retaliation.
    “I’ll see you tomorrow, slick.” Reb ignored my subtle threat. “At the clubhouse.”
    “See ya later, Zag,” Tucker yelled as he took the keys from his dad and started on the dizzying number of locks on the door.
    We were in the middle of nowhere. Why would he need so many locks? Especially since there was a huge bay window three feet away. Weird.
    Zag opened his mouth like he was going to say something, then shook his head and left.
    Which was okay with me. I was fine on my own. Plus I had my threat of Jessica’s wrath. She’d been dating his best friend for over a year—Reb had to know by now that my bestie wasn’t someone you screwed with.
    And I also had Tucker.
    Biting his bottom lip, my savior worked on the last lock. After a second, we all heard a telltale click and he pushed the door open triumphantly. “Come on, Miss Clark. I want to show you my room. I have the most awesomest bed ever!”
    Tucker raced inside, leaving Reb to carry me over the threshold.
    I blocked out the symbolism. Mostly.
    This was my dream home, dammit. A few steps down the entryway—hardwood, by the way—it opened into a sprawling living room with a connected dining area. Here, as in his office at the clubhouse, leather ruled the day. But unlike the ones in his office, these couches were made of the softest, most buttery leather, which caressed my skin as he set me down on the loveseat.
    “I wanna take a look at that ankle again before you go tearing around the house with Tuck.”
    I hitched a shoulder like I didn’t care. Like his fingers weren’t causing an outbreak of goosebumps all over me. Or that the mixture of leather and tobacco wasn’t making my nostrils flare. Instead I concentrated on my surroundings. The huge bay window that would probably have iconic views in the light of day. The large flat-screen television across the way. The haphazard collection of picture frames on the opposite wall. I strained to look, but most of them appeared to be of Tucker growing up, and a few of Reb’s buddies in the club. Most notable was the absence of a certain woman in Reb’s life. Any woman, really.
    So apparently the sexy biker palpating my ankle was unattached.
    “Maybe we’ll put some ice on it later tonight. But you’re fine.”
    “Good. Great.” I pulled my ankle out of his grasp and tried to stand up but couldn’t once Reb pressed his huge hands down on my thighs.
    His gorgeous blue eyes were impossible to ignore this close to my face. “We’re gonna need to have a little talk later tonight about those roving