Don't Let Go by Jaci Burton Page B

us.”
    He studied her, and she felt his gaze roaming over her.
    â€œMaybe.”
    When they reached the outskirts of town and she hit a red light, she turned to him. “Would you like to come to my place for some coffee?”
    He looked at his phone. “I don’t know.”
    â€œIt’s Friday night, Brady. And it’s only eleven. Do you turn into a gargoyle at midnight or something?”
    His lips curved. “No.”
    â€œThen come over. Have some coffee with me. Maybe I can entice you with something sweet.”
    He arched a brow. “Are you talking about another dessert?”
    Her lips curved. “What else would I be talking about?”
    His gaze bore down on her, intense and hot, making her quiver with sexual anticipation.
    â€œSure. I’ll take some coffee and . . . dessert.”
    She pressed a little too hard on the gas pedal when the light turned green.
    Okay, calm down, Megan
. Just coffee and dessert.
    â€œYou should stop by my place so I can grab my bike,” Brady said. “It’s on the way, and then you won’t have to drive me home.”
    â€œIt’s not a big deal for me to take you home.”
    â€œBut it’s already late and I’ll feel better about you not having to go out again. Plus, I think Roxie is beat. I’m sure she wants to go to sleep.”
    She liked that he thought about things like that. “Sure.”
    She parked outside the auto shop, and he grabbed the box of desserts out of the backseat. “I’ll just take these up with me now so I don’t forget later.”
    â€œYes, you wouldn’t want to forget those.”
    He had Roxie on the leash and the desserts in his other hand. “I’ll be right back.”
    He was only gone a few minutes, then she heard the rumble of a motorcycle, and Brady appeared behind her car on his bike. She had to admit, even in the dark, there was something dark, imposing, and utterly magnetic about the way he rode his bike. Plus, he looked sexy as hell wearing his leather jacket.
    She had to remind herself to keep her eyes on the road ahead of her and not on her rearview mirror all the way home.
    She pulled into her garage, and Brady parked in the driveway. He helped her carry the leftovers into the house.
    â€œYou can just set those on the island,” she said, then went over to the coffeemaker. “Regular or decaf for you?” she asked.
    â€œRegular.”
    She brewed him a cup from her Keurig, which was easier for her to make on the go in the early mornings. She then made decaf for herself. “I’d be up all night if I drank caffeine this late.”
    â€œI can take it. Not much keeps me up at night.”
    â€œMust be nice.”
    She pulled out a cheesecake she’d made earlier in the day and set it on the table.
    He arched a brow. “You make that for me?”
    â€œWould it make you feel special if I said yes?”
    â€œKind of.”
    â€œThen yes.” She got out plates and forks and cut into the cheesecake, giving Brady a large slice and taking only a sliver for herself.
    â€œThat’s not a very big piece,” he said, eyeing her portion.
    â€œI had more than enough dessert already today.”
    He took a seat at the island and dug in, his eyes closing as he chewed and swallowed. “Mmm. This is damn good, Megan.”
    â€œThanks.” She took a taste, satisfied it had turned out well.
    He finished off the cheesecake, and she made him another cup of coffee.
    â€œYou’re not going to eat that?” he asked, pointing to the sliver on her plate.
    â€œNo, I just wanted to taste it.”
    â€œMind if I eat it?”
    â€œGo right ahead.”
    So he ate hers as well while she sipped her coffee and watched him.
    â€œThis is a little weird, ya know,” he said.
    â€œWhat’s weird?”
    â€œYou watching me eat.”
    â€œOh, I like watching you eat. It gives me great pleasure