Free Wolf Among Sheep: A Paranormal Werewolf Romance (Roadside Angels Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Kathryn Thomas Page B

again, she joined him, letting herself relax for the first time. He turned into the crowded parking lot of a restaurant with the unlikely name of Highlanders and helped her out of the truck with gentle attention. He offered her his arm again, and she took it. They found themselves eventually in the foyer of the establishment, waiting to be seated. The young woman who stood at the front had a deep Scottish brogue and pretty dimples. She was clearly interested in Lex, despite their obvious age difference and his complete lack of any interest in her.
     
    “Are the owners of the restaurant Scottish?” she wondered aloud.
     
    “Yes, and a couple of the servers, too. They make great food, some of it Scottish.”
     
    “As long as I don’t have to eat haggis or black pudding, I’m good to go,” she replied on a grin.
     
    Once at their table, Tammie looked around her, listening to the ebb and flow of conversation, the highs and lows of other patrons’ voices, and taking in the man sitting across from her. He looked delectable, the five o’clock shadow lending him that sexy, scruffy look that was currently all the rage. He made it look, all at once, dangerous and delightful. A part of her wanted to stroke his cheeks and chin, just to feel the hairs beneath her fingers, and sink her fingertip into that tempting cleft.
     
    “What would you like for starters?” he asked, glancing across at her. She blushed, hoping he hadn’t noticed her gawping at him. Hiding her hot cheeks by bending and pretending to look at the menu, she gave in after a few moments and said, “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
     
    “Okay, then.” Turning to the waiter, he ordered arancini and bacon-wrapped scallops.
    Tamara sipped the water in her glass, feeling his eyes on her, but determinedly avoiding them. Searching the menu’s entrées, she decided on rack of lamb with mint sauce, baked new potatoes, and sautéed asparagus spears. The appetizers came, and they placed their orders. Lex ordered a huge porterhouse steak, medium rare, and a salad with a name she had never heard before.                                                                                          
     
    When she quirked her brows at him, he said, “Saving room for dessert.” Then, he laughed at her eye roll.
     
    “Are you another man with a sweet tooth?” she asked, popping a bite of bacon-wrapped scallop into her mouth.
     
    “Another man?” he asked, ignoring her question. There was something in his voice she couldn’t place, a tone to his question that made her glance at his face. However, it was a cool mask, and she decided that she was imagining the tone.
     
    “Well, my grandfather loves all things sweet, but especially pastries and most especially cakes and pies. Are you that guy, too?” She smiled at him as she spoke, adding, “Besides, I’ve never seen a man willingly choose salad as part of his meal. Don’t you guys believe in meat and potatoes only? A man’s meal and all that rot?”
     
    She was teasing him again, and enjoying the way his dimples socked into his cheeks and his eyes lit up with amusement. “Wait till you see the salad before you judge me too harshly,” he warned and laughed. “Besides, I like to choose my carbs.”
     
    Their meals arrived, and Tammie watched Lex set to with a will. She ate her own meal with gusto, enjoying every bit of the treat, and happy that she didn’t have to foot the bill. It was nice to feel free to enjoy her food and not have to pretend she was one of those girls who needed to be rail thin and could only eat leaves and drink water. When he caught her eyeing him, he smiled and asked, “Everything okay?”
     
    “Yes, thank you!” Then, she added, “Your salad is certainly different.”
     
    He chuckled and extended his hand, palm up. “Give me your fork,” he said.
     
    When she complied, he speared