Duke’s apartment surprised her. Located above his garage, it was clean, spacious, and tastefully furnished—a far cry from the bachelor pad she’d expected. Hardwood floors, leather furniture, and surprisingly good art on the walls.
“What?” Duke asked, catching her expression as she looked around. “Expected empty pizza boxes and beer cans?”
“Maybe.” Valentina set her purse on the coffee table. “It’s nice. Doesn’t really match the whole outlaw biker image.”
A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “Don’t tell anyone. Bad for my reputation.”
He moved to the kitchen, returning with two beers. Valentina accepted one gratefully, the cold bottle soothing against her palm.
“Computer’s in the office.” Duke nodded toward a doorway off the living room. “You can check your email there.”
Alone in his
