But Gloria's mission was taunting her big sister, not self-recrimination. “What’d he look like?”
Chrissy huffed. “Tall, dark, and handsome. There. Does that satisfy you?”
Gloria stuck her tongue out at Chrissy, but clapped her hands. “Is he a biker?”
“It’s a biker bar, isn’t it?”
“Does he ride a Harley?”
“I don’t know. We didn’t ride his bike.”
Gloria’s face fell.
“To his apartment,” added Chrissy with a smirk.
“His crib!” Gloria went ballistic now, practically bouncing on her toes. “What was it like?”
“It was too dark to see. He, uh, wasn’t interested in showing me around. We just...” She grinned again. “We just went straight to his bed.”
Gloria’s eyes were as wide as saucers, which Chrissy found utterly ridiculous because she probably did more than that, and worse, with Marcus last night. “Was he big?”
“Stop.”
“He must have been huge. With meaty, hairy arms with tattoos all over. Was his head shaved?”
Chrissy started laughing now. “You’re ridiculous. That’s not my type at all.”
“You have a type of biker? I thought you got wet for boring men like your boss.”
“Shut up. It wasn't that way at all.” She was laughing despite herself. The image Gloria had of a biker was probably the same image she’d have said yesterday.
“How was it then?”
“Well, Saks—that’s his name—he saved me from nasty bikers in the parking lot. You should’ve seen it. There were five of them but he held them off.”
“Like, in actual fighting?” Gloria was mesmerized as Chrissy spoke.
“No. In attitude. He handed me his jacket and said, ‘Hold this, darlin’. I don’t want to get this idiot’s blood on my cut.’ And the other guy said, ‘Who says it’ll be my blood?’ Then Saks shrugged and said, ‘My blood, your blood. Doesn’t matter. I’m just keeping you here until the police arrive.’ And then the rude bikers rode off.
“You’re pulling my leg!” said Gloria.
“Actually, I’m not. I was heading to my car, ticked you had stood me up, when these rough biker dudes came creeping up on me. Saks stepped in and made sure I was okay.”
“Awww, he stood up for you.”
“I suppose,” said Chrissy. In telling the story, Chrissy realized how amazing Saks had acted. Five bikers, and all he did was stare them down and they fled. She shivered again at the thought. All her life she’d lived around macho, alpha males, but Saks commanded the scene without fuss or bother. It was hard not to find him attractive.
“Will you see him again?”
“No. That would just complicate things.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going through with this marriage?”
For Pete’s sake! Gloria was the one who wanted her to meet the guy and date him in the first place so she could be with dick-head Marcus. “No. I’m not. But I don’t want to put Saks in the middle of family business either.”
“Saks. That’s a strange name.”
“It’s his club name.”