Making Her His (Beating the Biker 1)

“To take your money through gambling,” he said as they pulled in to the parking lot of the church. “Though I suppose I’ll have to wait until after the service for that. That’s when Father Peters will greet me by name.”

“This I have to see,” she said.

“You don’t believe me?” he said with mock indignation.

“Well, I confess that, until this morning, I didn’t think you graced the inside of a church. But with you out of that tacky leather jacket, I can see that happening now.”

Saks frowned as he opened the car door for her. He leaned in. “Tacky? Watch it, woman. Never, ever, diss the colors of a Hades’ Spawn.”

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nbsp; “Why? What would happen?”

“I just might have to spank you.”

“Promise?”

Oh brother, he was going to be sinning later today.

CHAPTER TWENTY

“Hey, Saks,” said a short blonde as they entered the atrium of the church. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Saks blushed, and immediately Chrissy thought something was up.

“Oh, hi, Emily. Yeah, every once in a while I get the urge to get right with God.”

Emily handed Saks and Chrissy programs for the service. “And who’s your friend?” Her eyes sparkled with interest and mischief.

Chrissy knew for sure that Saks didn’t make regular appearances at church. At least not this one. That fifty bucks was as good as hers. She grinned.

“This is Chrissy.” Saks motioned to Chrissy. “This is Emily, my boss’s wife.”

“Oh, right. I saw you at the Red Bull last night,” Chrissy said. She’d been a bit distracted with everything else, but Emily did look familiar...and kind.

“Is Luke here?” Saks queried. He looked desperate for the chance to change the subject.

“He and Robby are spending a little father-son quality time.”

“Oh.” Saks looked disappointed. And cornered. Chrissy grinned. This was going to be fun.

“Well, enjoy the service. Father Peter’s sermons are usually very good.” Emily turned to greet another couple standing behind them, who congratulated her effusively about her pregnancy.

“Oh, that Luke!” Emily said as she laughed. “I told him not to say anything.”

“Yeah, I never figured Luke to be a family man, but you sure changed that.”

Chrissy and Saks walked away from the conversation, into the church were the pews were nearly filled. There didn’t look like there were two comfortable seats together.

Saks looked overhead and pointed to the choir box, whose few pews were nearly empty. “Let’s sit there.”

“You sure? I’m not sure you want to hear me sing.”

“You don’t have to sing. Besides, I will.”

“You?”

“Sure,” he said with a wink. He led her up the narrow stairs to the balcony. The organist and a man and woman gave them a questioning look, but Saks ignored them and led her to the pews against the furthest wall. He settled in next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Like the view?” he said as he stared down at the altar.