"Silver Hottie," I answered and I heard girl giggles all around.

"What?" Brock asked, smiling, his deep voice amused.

"I just christened you that. Your eyes," I answered and then his lips twitched which caused another flutter.

"Hector's already known as Hispanic Hottie or Double H," Sadie put in and I tore my eyes from Brock's mouth and looked at Hector who was staring at me, his dark eyes dancing. "Meet my husband," Sadie went on, "Hector Chavez."

"If anyone tells you you need a haircut," I advised, "tell them to jump in a lake."

"Will do," he muttered on his own lip twitch while sliding his arm around Sadie's shoulders.

"I see Tack found it," I heard Hawk say softly. I looked his and Gwen's way to see they were looking at each other, Hawk bent slightly toward her so they were close.

"You don't know the half of it," Gwen said softly back, smiling, and I was about to ask what they were talking about but I didn't get the chance when Hawk straightened and spoke.

"I'll get the check."

"Oh no!" I cried, opening my clutch, "Let me a"

"I'll get it," Brock interrupted me.

"We'll split it," Mitch put in.

"I got it," Hawk replied.

"Four ways," Hector's deep voice rumbled.

"You got it last time," Brock remarked.

"And I'll get it again this time," Hawk returned.

"Fuck, we'll split it," Mitch repeated but with an extra word.

"Oo lordy," Elvira whispered. "Normal men fight over the check and it can get nasty. Badasses fighting over the check, I don't see good things."

"I already got it," Sadie threw in at this juncture and four sets of male eyes turned to her and although she looked like a fairy princess and was married to a serious hot guy, I didn't want to be her at that moment.

"Fuck me," Hector sighed then asked weirdly, "Did you also buy the restaurant while you were at it?"

"No!" Sadie snapped.

"That's a first," Hector muttered.

"I've never bought a restaurant, Hector," Sadie retorted.

"Way you spread your money around, mi amor, we won't be able to put our kids through college," Hector returned.

"I could buy three restaurants and still we'd be able to put our kids through college," she shot back and I was surprised. First, because, obviously she was loaded. Second, because she'd seemed sweet and funny but not sassy. Clearly, she was sassy. It was way cute.

"Red," I heard a gravelly voice say and my head whipped around to see Tack standing at the other end of the table. "Bike."

Even though his presence ratcheted the hotness quotient surrounding our table up about seventeen notches, not to mention he was mine, I started glaring.

"Well hello to you too, handsome."

"Bike," he repeated.

"Would you like to say hi to everyone?" I suggested.

He cast his eyes around the table and grunted, "Yo." Then he locked his eyes on me and reiterated, "Bike."

Picking a girl at random, I chose Tess. "He's not scary biker dude. He's bossy biker dude."

"Red," Tack cut in and I looked back at him. "Bike."

I kept glaring at him.

"Now I see the other half of it," Hawk muttered at this point.

"Tyra," Tack stated in a warning, growly voice.

"Oh, all right," I snapped and hopped off my stool, catching Sadie's eyes. "Sadie, thanks for the drinks. That was sweet. My turn next time."

"Okay," she replied.

"Like that's gonna happen," Hector muttered.

Sadie rolled her eyes.

I smiled at her and looked at Hawk.

"I didn't get a chance to thank you for rescuing me."

"Don't mention it," he replied.

"I already did," I pointed out and got the dimples.

Wow.

"Then, you're welcome," he said.

I smiled at him then gave my good-byes and nice to meet you's and made my way to Tack. The instant I got close, his hand closed around mine and he dragged me toward the door.

I turned back and waved at the crew.

The girls waved back.

The men watched with lips tipped up.

I memorized the view because, seriously, they were like out of a movie about cool, badass macho men and funny, sassy women that dressed kickass who all bantered and got kidnapped frequently.

Except better.

Chapter Twenty.

Bright Orange "What's the hurry?" I asked, running through the parking lot to keep up.

"The hurry is, you told me about the dress and shoes, babe. But you did not let me in on the face and hair. So, now that I got a look at it all, especially that hair, I wanna get this talk about everything outta the way so I can fuck you 'til you stop breathing."

At his reply, I stopped breathing.

Approximately a nanosecond later, he stopped us at his bike.

I forgot about Tack fucking me until I stopped breathing and stared at his bike as I drunkenly swayed.

"I'm not going to be able to get on that thing," I informed him as he swung a leg around.

"Climb on," he ordered when he settled in and was tinkering with starting the bike and my eyes went from his kickass Harley Dyna Glide to him.

"How?"

His eyes came to me. "How you always do it."

"Tack!" I snapped then concentrated on enunciating, "I'm in a short skirt."

"So?"

"So?" I asked back. "It'll be indecent."

"Not to me."

"Tack a"

"Climb on."

"Tack!"

He leaned toward me. "Babe, normally, you know practically anything you do makes me hard. Now, you're drunk, you're wearing that dress, those shoes and you got that hair and just lookin' at you is doin' a number on me. We need to get home. Fast. Climb... the fuck... on."

I stared at him thinking, nice.

So I climbed on.

Although I was more than tipsy therefore it was wobbly and not the most graceful mount, it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Luckily no one was around so if there was a crotch shot to be had, there wasn't anyone to witness it.

The instant my hands slid around Tack's belly, the bike roared then we roared out of the parking lot. I held on tight and enjoyed the warm night air, the refreshing breeze, the feel of my soft body pressed close to Tack's hard one and it seemed like we were at my house in seconds. This was unfortunate since during the ride I was thinking I could ride in the warm night air, pressed to Tack for years.

We got off, Tack grabbed my hand and walked up the walk. Since I was attached to him, I followed, carefully putting one foot in front of the other. At my front door Tack commandeered my keys and let me in. Once in, I immediately tossed my clutch across the room to the couch and turned to him. He was locking the door and the second he turned to me, I grabbed onto his tee and started walking backward, pulling him with me.

"Are we talkin'?" he asked and my hands in his tee yanked up fast and hard so he was forced to lift his arms so I could tug his shirt free. This I did.

I threw his tee to the side and latched onto his belt loops with my fingers, pulling him with me as I resumed walking backward.

This was when, stupidly, against Elvira's good advice, I commenced our important talk and I did it not only drunk but recklessly.

"We're multi-tasking because even if the results of our discussion means we're over or I have to take you and only you and give up part of my life's dream, we're still enjoying the rest of the night and I'm not in the mood to waste time."

Tack stopped dead and since he did, I was forced to do it too.

"Tack, we're nowhere near the bedroom," I pointed out.

"The results of our discussion could mean we're over?" he asked.

I went still at the sound of his voice. Low, more gravelly than normal and somewhat sinister.

"I told you it was important."

"The results of our discussion could mean we're over?" he repeated.

Suddenly, what I said in my drunken state penetrated and I whispered, "Yes," then said, "Maybe."

"Fuck, how did drinks with the girls bring us back here?" he growled.

"You're forty-one," I told him.

"Yeah, I am."

"Gwen told me," I shared.

"And?"

"And..." I hesitated then carried on, "I want kids."

"And?"

I blinked.

"And, well, you're forty-one."

"We covered that, Red."