“Exactly,” he says, hitching a thumb over his shoulder. “There’s work to be done.”
I rise to my feet and glare at him. “Don’t you thin?—”
The jingle of the bell above the entrance forces me to shut my mouth and turn to face the newcomer. When I see Shuffle walk inside, I roll my eyes. He throws his head back and laughs at me.
“Is that any way to greet a customer?” he asks.
“Customer my ass,” I gripe, no heat in my words. “What can I do for ya?”
Shuffle looks over his shoulder, and I follow his gaze through the large window and freeze when my eyes land on a beautiful woman getting off a Harley at the curb. I try to form words, but nothing comes out.
“Didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” Journey says, breaking the silence just as the woman steps inside behind Shuffle.
“Fucking hell,” she mutters, stepping around the man.
Her eyes widen when they land on me and Journey, and if I were a bettin’ man, I’d wager my custom bike that it’s fear causing the look. She shifts closer to the biker.
Shuffle shakes his head. “This is Roxie, my sister.” He points at us. “Rox, this is Screamer and Journey. They’re Soulless Kings, but they’re damn good with bikes, so I overlook that,” he jokes.
Roxie glances around the front of the shop, her eyes taking in everything but Journey and me. All of a sudden, her smart mouth seems incapable of speech.
“Nice to meet you,” I say, stepping up to the counter and leaning on it.
“Rox needs to have her Harley serviced,” Shuffle states. “Can you squeeze her in?”
I could squeeze her in all right. Or would it be me squeezing into her?
I shake the thought from my head and do my best to ignore the boner in my pants. Even in the ripped jeans and tattered hoodie, Roxie is stunning. Large blue eyes, a pert nose, pouty lips, and hips that beg to be straddled make up the vision I know is going into my spank bank.
Yeah, fine, I’m an asshole.
Journey moves to stand next to me and pulls up the schedule on the computer. He peers at the screen for several secondsbefore looking at Shuffle. “We’re pretty booked, but we have an ope?—”
“I can work on the bike after hours,” I blurt, and Journey’s gaze whips to mine. I shrug off his scrutiny. “What? Limitless Throttle brings a lot of business our way. It’s the least I can do for a loyal customer.”
“I knew I liked you for a reason,” Shuffle says.
“You like me because I’m the only mechanic crazy enough to deal with your ass,” I retort.
“I, um…” Roxie speaks, but her eyes are on the floor. “I don’t want to put you out.”
“If he says he can do it, Rox, he can do it,” her brother tells her. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”
“Why don’t I get your information, and I can get you into the computer?” Journey suggests.
“Yeah, okay.”
Journey asks her questions for the next several minutes. Shuffle moves to sit in one of the chairs along the wall, and I stand here like an idiot.
“That should do it,” Journey finally says. “If you leave the bike, Screamer will get it done within the next few days.”
Roxie’s eyes dart from Journey to me, and there’s no mistaking the apprehension there. She seemed at ease talking to my VP, so why am I eliciting this reaction?
“Got your key fob?” I ask.
Rather than answer, she nods before rushing outside. I watch as she stands next to her bike, her shoulders rising and falling as if she’s taking deep breaths. After a few minutes, she reaches into her pocket and pulls something out. I squint and see that it’s the key fob.
Why go outside to get it when she had it on her?
