Page 43 of Savage Ends

“I’m not nervous.”

“Who are you expecting to walk through that door?”Lidia asked, perching on a barstool.

“No one.”

Lidia laughed.“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a bad liar?”

“They wouldn’t dare.”

“I have to wonder if this is a certain Beckett woman you’re waiting for?”Lidia asked.

Pat lifted the beer he’d been holding to his lips and took a swig.

Lidia laughed.“It is.You invited Ava, didn’t you?”

“I hinted at it.”

“Do you think she is going to be a no-show?”she asked.

“I have no idea.”

“Have you ever been stood up before?”

Pat looked at her, and Lidia held her hands up as if in surrender.“It is a perfectly reasonable question.Yes or no?”

“I never cared or asked anyone before,” Pat said.

Lidia frowned.“You know, not a lot of guys talk about what you were like before I met you.”

“Why are you asking?”

“So, I can help play Cupid for you.Clearly, you’re a guy who knows what he wants, but you’re not entirely sure how to go after it.I want to see you happy, Pat.”

“You don’t know me.”

“I know enough to know you’re a good guy.”

Pat laughed.“You see, that just goes to show you don’t know enough about me.”

Lidia chuckled.“You think you’re a bad guy?”

He leaned in close.“Do you see any of the pussy coming close to me?I’m not a good man, Lidia.I never claimed to be.”

Pat didn’t know why, but he felt something—a connection, a second sense—something that told him to look around.When he did, he came face to face with a beauty.

“Wow,” Lidia said.

He had no words, but he saw several of the club brothers had noticed fresh meat, and he was on his feet, heading toward her.Ava was looking around the clubhouse, not noticing the attention she was getting, and the moment she caught sight of him, he saw the smile on her face.

“Hey,” she said.“I made it.”

Her hands were clenched.Ava was dressed as a sexy, tempting witch.Her hair was black, and he saw she must have dyed it.Her long, blonde locks were gone.The dress she wore pushed her tits up, showing off the delightful round globes of her breasts and seemed to enhance the fullness of her cleavage.He rarely saw her in such revealing clothes, but he didn’t have a problem with it.As long as every other male in the room kept their gazes to themselves, he was fine with it.The dress was curved in at the waist but flared out across her hips, and he spotted the large slit up one side of her thigh.She looked like one tempting witch.

“You dyed your hair?”he asked.

She touched a curl and smiled.“It’s not permanent.It should come away with a few washes.”

“I like it, but I like your blonde hair as well.”