Free Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 3) by Chiah Wilder

a very nice and bright boy.”
    “He’s a friendly kid. I can’t say that about his dad, though. Man, I wouldn’t want to meet him on a dark street. He’s definitely intimidating.” Matt laughed then changed the subject to the book club he conducted at the bookstore.
    As Matt prattled on, Addie strained her ears to hear Chas’s Harley roar to life. The vibration of his cams shook the restaurant windows, and she instinctively knew he was breaking the sound barrier for her benefit. Sorta juvenile, but it worked, Chas. I wish I were on the back of your bike with my arms snug around your hard waist. Matt’s voice pricked her brain like a pesky gnat flying around her face. Tuning him out, she focused her attention on Chas until she could no longer hear the rumble of his bike.
    After they finished eating, Matt took Addie to her car.
    “I had a nice time. Thanks for coming out to dinner with me,” Matt said.
    “Thank you. It was nice to go out for a change. The food was delicious and the company even better.” Smiling, she dug out her car keys from her purse. Addie did have a good time, until Chas had come into the picture.
    “Would you like to go to a movie sometime?” Matt asked.
    “If I’m able to go, that would be nice. As I told you, I’m extremely busy with the after-school programs and the other duties I have in running the library.”
    “I understand. I’ll give you a call sometime, and if you can’t make it, then I’ll try another time. No pressure, okay?”
    “Okay, and thanks again.”
    Opening her car door, she slid into the driver’s seat, started the ignition, and drove away. In her rearview mirror, she watched Matt climb into his Honda Accord. If he were dressed in leather and denim, rode a Harley, and had intense, smoldering black eyes, she’d go to the movies with him in a heartbeat. Who was she kidding? She’d go anywhere with him.
    How could she think about dating any man? She and Ian were still legally married. Was this destined to be her life, dodging a psychotic assassin, the police, and never being able to fall in love and marry again?
    Sighing deeply, she couldn’t wait to sit on her couch with an afghan wrapped around her and start her new book. In books, when the characters’ world became too complicated, she could close the book to stop the drama. Her life would be much easier if only she could do that.

Chapter Seven
    S itting in the crowded, hot room, the oscillating fan blowing blasts of sweat-scented warm air in his face, Chas mulled over what he saw the previous night at Little Peppina’s. When he’d first heard Jack call her name, a surge of adrenaline had spiked through his system, but when he’d seen the puny fuckwad seated across from her, he wanted to push the guy’s face into his spaghetti. For some reason, Chas didn’t think he’d see Ms. O’Leary on a date. At least, it appeared like she was on a date, but from the way they were talking and she was looking at Chas, he didn’t think they’d been going out too long. It didn’t really matter, though, since he had every intention of breaking up whatever she and fuckwad had.
    From the way the nerdy guy looked at her whenever she spoke, Chas could tell he was into her. He didn’t blame the guy for one second; his son’s teacher was one hot piece of ass. He’d love to peel away all the clothing she put on to hide herself, and he suspected it was a sexy, luscious body—one he could sink his teeth and hands into. If he’d had teachers like her in school, he would’ve been a straight-A student.
    Shifting in his chair, he thought about her long and flowing hair, which was the most beautiful shade of red. The highlights looked like gold thread spun through it. What he’d give to nuzzle his face in her mane. The previous day, when he caught her as she was falling, her thick locks had brushed against his hands and they were as soft as feathers. And she smelled amazing, like freshly baked sugar cookies. Holding her