I shook my head. “My bad,” I managed to utter before I hurried to the washroom, suddenly feeling overheated. I glanced over my shoulder, our eyes meeting again. He was massive, towering over the crowd, easy to spot. He was dressed in a black T-shirt that hugged his torso and showed off his arms, and his gaze was intense. His jeans hugged his thick thighs, and his large feet were encased in black shitkickers. I loved a man who wore heavy boots. It suggested strength. Durability.
I fanned myself as I closed the door behind me. “Wow,” I muttered. He certainly stood out in a crowd. You couldn’t help but look at him. I barely came up to his chest, and I was average height. He was at least six foot five.
I finished, washed my hands, fluffed my hair, and went back to the bar, sliding up onto my stool. I took a sip of wine and lifted my gaze, my eyes instantly falling on the stranger now sitting at the other end of the bar. Seated, he seemed even bigger. He called over to Vanessa, who waved and told him to keep his shirt on, referring to him as Reynolds. It was an odd name, but it suited him. As she brought him a large glass of beer, the foam dripping over the edge, and stood talking to him, I took the chance to study him. He was in his late thirties, I judged, his dark hair short on the sides, longer on top, shot with silver. His tightly trimmed beard had the same silver in it, but more of it. He was rugged, rough, and extremely sexy—masculine. There was something about him that suggested controlled power. It was in the way he moved, the tilt of his head. His rigid posture as he sat at the bar. The stern expression on his face. The way his gaze swept the room. I watched, fascinated, as he wrapped his huge hand around the glass and lifted it to his full lips, taking a long sip. Idly, I wondered what his touch would be like. Rough and demanding? Soft and teasing? Both? I swallowed heavily at the thought of him touching me. I wondered how it would feel to have his full mouth brush against my skin. How those hands would feel wrapped around my hips as he rocked into me. I gripped my thigh at the tremor of pure lust that ran through me with the mere thought, shocked at the intense sensation simply staring at this man caused me. I blinked and refocused my gaze.
That was when I realized he was now staring back at me—watching him. I didn’t think it was possible, but his frown deepened, his eyebrows pulling down in a glare. Flushing, I grabbed my phone and opened a book on my Kindle app, embarrassed at being caught.MAXXI smirked into my beer when, across the bar, I met the frank gaze of the pretty girl I had bumped into a few moments ago. She dropped her eyes fast, but not before I saw the flare of heat, directed at me. I glared at her, wondering why she’d be checking me out. I was by far the oldest guy in the place. She picked up her phone, giving me the opportunity to look back at her. She was unusual and striking. Deep copper hair fell in long waves down her back. I recalled the unusual color of her eyes—a soft green, muted and gentle. They had been startled when she’d walked into me, lifting in apology. The sight of her pretty face, a liberal dusting of freckles scattered over her cheeks and a faint blush diffusing her skin, caught me off guard. The warmth of her hands resting on my chest before she snatched them away felt odd, but good. She was unexpected.
Sitting in the corner, trying not to look my way, she was sexy and sweet. A combination I usually ignored. But something about her called to me.
“Who’s the ginger?” I asked Vanessa as she wiped the bar beside me.
“Name’s Lynn. Just passing through.”
“Ah,” I muttered.
“Seems nice. Likes red wine. Maybe if you smiled at her instead of scowling, you’d have a shot.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Not interested, just a question. I’ll have a burger when you have a moment. Make it a double. Onion rings on the side.”
She shrugged and moved away.
I sipped my beer, enjoying the cold beverage. I’d had to come into town to get a part I required to finish a job. I was swamped, but luckily, Wally had stayed open late so I could grab it. I would finish the car in the morning, then pick up Charly and get him settled. I had been so busy, I hadn’t even had time to get in touch with the kid. He’d confirmed he was arriving tomorrow and asked me my name. I meant to write him back and give him more information about the place, but time had gotten away from me. I would explain everything to him tomorrow.