Monroe, Marla - The Bikers' Babe [The Dirty Dozen 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe

love with her yet. He didn’t count getting her off against the door earlier. That had been an appetizer.
    Cole smiled when he heard Zack’s snore. The man could sleep anywhere, through anything, but whisper his name, and he’d be instantly on the alert. It was left over from their army days together. Back then, they had to be able to sleep anywhere and then be at attention with one word.
    “Zack.” He woke the other man up after another ten minutes.
    “What?” Zack sat up looking around him.
    “Let’s get Tina and take a ride.”
    They walked back inside to find Tina reading through a magazine on the couch in the living room. She looked up at them and frowned.
    “How about a ride to clear the cobwebs?” Cole asked.
    She jumped up smiling. “Sounds good to me.”
    Cole liked that the mention of a ride could perk her up in a hurry. She was so perfect for them.
    “Let’s go.” Zack took her hand and pulled her along toward the carport door.
    They put on their helmets and climbed on the bikes. Cole wished he could have suggested she ride with him, but knew she needed to ride her own bike for now. He longed to feel her plastered to his back with her hands tight around his waist. Maybe he was getting the hang of backing off, after all. He grinned and she grinned back.
    They pulled out onto the street. Cole led them around the neighborhood to give her a feel of the place, then took them out to the interstate. There, they opened it up and enjoyed the ride.
    When he reached the restaurant he wanted to take her to, he signaled and turned into the mom-and-pop diner on the outskirts of Dallas. When he parked and removed his helmet, the other two did the same.
    “You’ll love this place. They’ve got the best hamburgers in town,” Zack told her as she climbed off her bike.
    She looked around warily and Cole realized she was looking for danger. Even with them there to protect her. You weren’t there before when she needed it. He closed in on her to walk her to the door. She seemed to relax with them surrounding her. Zack noticed it, too. He looked over her head at Cole and lifted his eyebrows. Cole shook his head. They didn’t need to call attention to it.
    Zack opened the door for her and she walked inside. By the look on her face then, she was pleasantly surprised at the cleanliness, and the fact it didn’t smell like week-old grease. June, their favorite waitress, met them at the door and fussed over them.
    “Haven’t seen you in a week of Sundays,” she complained.
    “Been out of town on a job,” Cole told her. He kissed her on the cheek, and Zack hugged her.
    Tina looked on with a knowing smile on her face. June was at least fifty, if not sixty. It was hard to tell with her. She and the cook were married.
    “Hey, Harold. Look who the cat dragged in.”
    Harold waved from the back.
    “And who is this sweetie you’ve brought to see me?”
    “June, meet Tina. She’s staying with us for a few days. She had a nasty run-in with ah, um, mugger, and is recuperating at our place.” Cole had to catch himself so as not to make it uncomfortable for Tina.
    “You poor thing. Well, these boys are good as gold. Naughty to say the least, but good men. You let them take care of you.” She winked and proceeded to herd them to a table in the back. “What can I get you all to drink?”
    She took their drink orders and scurried off.
    “She’s a jewel, isn’t she?” Tina asked.
    “Treats us like her own boys.” Zack handed her a menu.
    “What are you two getting?” she asked.
    “Hamburger steak. It’s the best.” Cole licked his lips.
    “I think I’ll stick with a hamburger. I don’t think I can eat that much. It comes with two vegetables.” Tina shook her head.
    “What?” Zack asked.
    “I don’t see where you two put the food you eat. It hasn’t been all that long since breakfast and you ate a huge stack of pancakes—twice.”
    The laughed and exchanged smug smiles.
    “We work it off, baby.” Cole