Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

He leaned in until we were almost touching. “Naomi, these aren’t just weekend warriors on bikes or your typical Beltway roadkill. They can be dangerous if they want to be.” “Yeah? Well, so can I. And if you try to take me off that table, you’re going to find out exactly how dangerous.” “Fuck me,” he muttered under his breath. “That’s not happening,” I scoffed. He closed his eyes, and I knew the big dummy was counting to ten. I let him get to six before stepping around him. My hand had just closed around the doorknob when he caught me, trapping me between the door and his body. His breath was hot on the back of my neck. I could feel my heart beat in my head. “Daze,” he said. Goose bumps prickled on my arms. Warner’s only pet name for me had been “babe.” And for a moment, I was paralyzed with a desire so intense I didn’t recognize it as my own. “What?” I whispered. “They’re not your kind of people. If that dickhead Tanner gets too much over-priced scotch in him, he starts hittin’ on anything with a rack and losing hands. That skirt you’re barely wearing is already a distraction. He loses too much, he starts talkin’ shit and startin’ fights. Grim? He runs his own motorcycle club in D.C. Mostly personal protection now, but he still dabbles in less legal ventures. Trouble follows him.”