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Okay. Not weird at all.

“Well, thanks for lunch.” I moved to slide from the stool when he dropped his arms and placed his palms on my knees, forcing me to remain in place.

“We’re not done.”

With what? Our conversation? “I think so since you have nothing else to say.”

“Baby, you need to watch that sexy little mouth.”

I rolled my eyes. “You going all alpha biker on me?”

“I seem to remember you liking it the last night we spent together.”

I gasped. “Cuckoo.”

I was thirteen. He was my first kiss. My first crush. The guy who convinced me I was worth loving after the worst years of my life. Did he ever cross a line? No.

We were so young. It was innocent. But had we remained in the same household through our teen years, I couldn’t say it would have stayed that way. He had a pull I couldn’t resist. A magnetism I still found hard to deny.

“Yeah, angel?”

I couldn’t indulge in this conversation, especially when he’d given me so little. I had no idea why he was here or what hewanted from me. “I need to go back to work. My lunch break is almost over.”

“I’ll take you.”

I nodded as he leaned back and watched me stand.

“You’re wearing a helmet this time.”

“Agreed.”

“And in the future, too.”

No problem. Safety was a big issue for me.

Wait. “Are you saying we’ll be seeing each other again?”

His wicked grin was the only reply.

Chapter 5 Cuckoo

Katrina wanted answers, but I preferred to wait until I knew more about the connection to her past, her parent’s death, and the criminal case that possibly placed her life in danger. I didn’t want to spook her. I believed my sweet little librarian when she said she wasn’t hiding anything. But that only concerned me more since that meant she was oblivious to any threats.

She needed me to stick around, and that was what I planned to do. After dropping her off at the library, I watched her walk inside, the sexy swish of her ass far too distracting, and swiped across my phone, dialing one of the prospects.

“Goose,” I greeted as he answered. “Need you to ride to me. Got a job for you. I’m texting the address. Make sure you’re armed.”

“I’ll be right there,” he promised.

No questions. No hesitation. That was why Crow would patch him in when it was time. Goose and Robin would both be voted in. The club could use some new prospects soon.

Goose arrived in twenty minutes, which meant he left immediately after receiving my call. Good. “Hey, what can I do for ya?” he asked as he parked beside my bike, shutting down his engine.

“Look through that window.” I ticked my chin toward the rectangular glass panels that stretched across the front of the library. The city had built it inside an existing shopping center, so all the glass let in plenty of natural light. I assumed that was the point when you wanted people to read and check out books.

“I see people reading, browsing, and relaxing,” he observed.

“And what else?”