Twisted Scars (Comanche Sons Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Sophia Hampton

by insults. She stood. “Thanks. How have you managed to survive with all these bikers? Don’t they call you a pansy for not losing your temper? From what little I’ve seen, it’s a proof of manhood to connect your fist to someone’s face.”
     
    He laughed at her description. “I wish I could say that you were horribly wrong, but you’re not. Most bikers do have anger management issues, but I’ve kept myself away from such temptations. It’s too easy to use your fists to solve a problem that could just easily be managed with words. A cool mind works better, especially when you’re in a line of work where people are hard-headed.”
     
    “And you never get angry?”
     
    “Never is too strong a word, love. I try not to. That’s all I can say.”
     
    An extraordinary man, indeed. Maybe she needed to spend more time with him to see if he was merely boasting or if he was really as cool-minded as he claimed to be. It would be interesting to learn more about this guy who was hell bent on defying all the stereotypes. Perhaps, she wouldn’t just dump him. She was feeling slightly more excited about the prospect of being with Chance. Maybe, just maybe, he might prove to the one guy who would make her trust men again.
     
    She was willing to withhold her final judgment on this relationship—at least for a while longer.
     
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    Chance felt as if he’d dodged a bullet. For some odd reason, he kept thinking that Riley was looking for an excuse to say goodbye to him. She hadn’t said anything to give him that impression, but he got it nonetheless. Perhaps he was paranoid simply because she was hard to get. He didn’t think that she was playing a game. It wasn’t her style, but still, she was woman who held her cards close to her chest. 
     
    She still didn’t give him any personal details about herself.
     
    What made her so cagey?
     
    He was now more and more convinced that she was running away from some man who hurt her in the past. Who could that person be? And why was she still scared of him?
     
    He dropped her back home but didn’t want to say goodbye yet. As she handed him the helmet, he held her hand and brought it to his lips so that he could deposit a quick kiss on her knuckles. Even though she tried, she was unable to hide the quick flash of pleasure that coiled in her eyes. “Why don’t you come up?”
     
    He was nearly skipping as he followed her into the building. Even though he’d barely made love to her a few days ago, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her hot, curvy body. Sure, he had many women, but there was something special about her. He hadn’t been able to forget her. Images flashed through his mind: her naked, smooth limbs entwined around his and her luscious lips that moved under his with urgency. He was already hard thinking about it—but this time, he wanted to savor the experience and relish it.
     
    After they entered the apartment, he thought she expected him to take her in his arms, but he deliberately walked towards her kitchen. “How about a glass of wine? You have some?”
     
    “Sure,” she sputtered out the word, seemingly a little confused about his strange demeanor. Good. He wanted to keep her a little off balance. Some anticipation was always good for the soul—and definitely so for love-making. “I’ll take it out.”
     
    After she opened the bottle of wine and poured it into two glasses, he sauntered to her living space. “I like what you’ve done with the apartment. Which artist is that?” He pointed to the drawings that she’d framed and put on the wall. “I don’t recognize the signature.”
     
    He peered down to take a look at some of the sketches. They were really quite good. The artist had caught the essence of the place and the people he’d drawn. He could recognize the agitated look on the man’s face as he waited for his beer at a bar, and he could appreciate the effort the artist had taken to make the bar look so