Saving Dancer (Savage Brothers MC #2)(70)

“Sorry.” “Thank you” We both mumble, his hands holding on to my forearms, bringing my body a step closer to his as he steadies us. Everything happened in mere seconds, so quickly no one probably even noticed. Not that I am going to look around to see if someone had. But as quickly as it had happened, I felt every second in slow motion.

His grey eyes are melting into my eyes. He is a snake charmer, and I’ve been charmed.

All this without even knowing his name!

Straightening my back at the thought, making my face serious, I extend my arms handing him the card.

“Here’s my card.” I blurt nervously.

“Liz!” Tess calls and I look behind me to see Tess waving me over as she stands next to Laney. I raise a finger, asking her for a moment.

“Did you have any other questions?” I ask, part of me hoping he had an hours’ worth of questions, the embarrassed side of me hoping he was ready to walk away.

He stands in front of me, one of his hands still touching my elbow softly. Fingertips lightly grazing my elbow, heat is radiating all through me, as my brain quickly turns to mush from looking at him.

My snake charmer.

“Your name is Liz?” He asks in a tone that means something, I don’t know, and I smile. Not that I’m going to let myself think a man like the one in front of me would want to know my name for any other reason than to know who to refer to when he orders his very lucky girlfriend, her birthday cake.

“Yeah,” I mumble smiling, trying to ignore the sad feeling of not having a chance with the guy in front of me. He nods, his hand leaves my elbow, and I immediately miss his touch. He looks down at the card in his hand and smiles at me.

“I’ll call about that cake,” He says and walks away leaving me completely intrigued over a guy for the first time in I don’t know how long.

Parker Stone

She is so damn beautiful.

Her olive skin hints at her Hispanic background, the skin that I want to touch and kiss. Her eyes, f*ck her eyes are round, and dark, almost black as night. They are framed by thick, natural, black lashes. She renders me stupid. I grin at the thought, amazed that I have found her again.

What are the chances?

I saw her two months ago at my friend’s wedding, delivering a cake, and I had acted like a gawky, nerdy teenage boy staring at the homecoming queen. I’ve never had that happen. Not in high school or college. Talking to women has always come easy to me like it was second nature, but with her, my mind blanks. She’d been a vision then, and by the time I had worked up the courage to talk to her, she’d left, vanishing into thin air so quickly, I almost thought I’d somehow imagined her.

Like an angel.

Seeing her, standing in front of the huge dessert bar tonight, I didn’t hesitate to go and talk to her. I probably made a complete idiot of myself, asking lame questions about a freaking birthday cake, but I don’t care. I had to talk to her. I will order ten fake birthday cakes if I have to. I finally heard her voice. I even held her close, the softness of her body and the sweet scent that surrounded her, made me feel alive more than I ever had before.

My angel finally has a name, Liz.