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make it hard for her to trust again, he wanted to know the whole story.
    She took the foil off her sandwich before digging in. “Same old, same old. I didn’t have enough time to spend with him. He said he was getting lonely—code for horny as hell—so he found someone else. Only he didn’t bother breaking up with me first.”
    “Sorry, baby. That sucks.” As his brother’s warning rang in Rowan’s ears, he watched her closely for any sign that she was still hung up on her ex. He really hated himself for letting Reese mess with his head.
    “Whatever,” she said, rolling her shoulders. “Not like I was gonna marry the guy or anything.”
    Having a man cheat on her would have been a serious blow to most women’s egos, but Tenley seemed to take it in stride. She was either more resilient than most, or she’d built a wall so strong no one was busting through it.
    “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked after she’d taken a bite of her sandwich. She reached for a paper napkin from the dispenser on the table and wiped her chin. “Do I have sauce on my face or something?”
    “No.” He shook his head, tearing his attention from her to focus on the food in front of him. “Just trying to figure you out.”
    She laughed. “Good luck with that.”
     

 

Chapter Three
     
    Tenley couldn’t believe it was closing time and Rowan was still there. His brother had stumbled out with some hot blonde over an hour ago, but he hung back… watching her. If she wasn’t so turned on, she might be creeped out by the attention. But one look at this guy, and she was good to go. And not just because he was some hotshot pitcher and hometown hero. He was just that good-looking.
    Of course Tenley had no intention of sleeping with him any time soon, ’cause she knew if she did, she’d never see him again. And she wanted to prolong this, have a little fun with him first.
    “Rowan taking you home?” Walker asked, unlocking the cash drawer.
    “No, I brought my bike.”
    He scowled. “It’s raining. You’re not taking that thing home.”
    Her brother hated that she rode a Harley, even though he did too. He said he could handle it but she couldn’t. Tenley routinely told him where he could shove his opinions about gender roles and equality.
    “Watch me.”
    “Oh yeah?” He crooked a finger at Rowan, smirking when he got up and walked toward the bar.
    “I don’t give a shit what either one of you say. I’m riding the bike.” Normally Tenley would have been apprehensive about riding her baby on slick pavement, but her brother had just convinced her it was worth the risk.
    “Would you mind giving my sister a ride home, Rowan?” Walker asked. “I would, but I’ve got another hour or so of work and she has to teach a class in the morning.”
    “Sure,” he said, pulling his keys out of his pocket. “You ready, Ten?”
    “Thanks for the offer,” she said, reminding herself it was her brother’s fault he’d made it in the first place. “But you don’t have to do that. I have my bike here.”
    Rowan glanced out the front windows, frowning. “Uh, you can’t ride your bike in this. I’ll take you home.”
    “I can, and I will,” she said, reaching under the counter for her purse and helmet.
    Who the hell were these thugs to tell me what I could and couldn’t do? I’d do whatever I wanted to, and they’d stand back and keep their mouths shut if they knew what was good for them.
    “I got this,” Rowan said to Walker when Tenley’s brother grabbed her wrist.
    “You got this?” she asked, glaring at Rowan. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    Rowan sighed heavily while Walker rolled his eyes and walked away. “You can’t ride your bike in weather like this, and you know it.”
    Tenley bit the inside of her cheek before glancing outside. Any other night, she would have agreed with him, but if she backed down now, it would seem as though she was submissive, and she was anything but that. “What