AN: Many apologies to my readers, I didn't mean for it to take so long getting this chapter done. However, everyone knows how it is when life smacks you on the head and kicks your butt back into reality. Anyway, enjoy.

Sarah couldn't help but grin at the mistake she'd made. Even though she was in a somewhat friendly location, she was still used to having threats come at her from behind and so she'd responded on pure instinct. The guy seemed to be all right despite the hit to the head. She couldn't help but think that he had to have a thick skull to not be laid out cold.

"You okay, bug guy?" She asked. "You took a pretty good hit to your head."

The guy shook his head as he sat up. "That was nothing," he scoffed. "My brothers' love taps were harder than that."

Sarah shivered as his accent slid over her. "You must've been the youngest if you got love taps."

The guy shook his head again. "Nay, I was the oldest. I just happened to be the runt of the clutch."

Sarah exchanged a confused look with Jessie. "Clutch?"

"Yeah, my parents claimed that we acted like a bunch of dragons half the time, so we were her clutch."

"I see." Sarah said with a grin. "Our mom could never find anything horrible enough to compare us to when we were growing up, except maybe monkeys."

Sarah watched the man as he climbed to his feet. She was used to having to look up at most guys, but this guy was definitely tall and built. He could easily rival Ash for height and he was definitely wider than the Atlantean. Sarah couldn't help but gape at the giant, for that's what he was.

She watched as he brushed himself off, admiring the view of his butt until he turned around. She watched a confused look cross his face as he looked for something on the floor.

"Please tell me that I didn't lose my beer when I took that fall." He said with a frown still looking around at the floor.

"Nah," Sarah turned to see Jessie holding a bottle of beer. "Your beer's safe."

Joy lit up the man's face as her reached for the bottle. He nodded to Jessie. "My thanks, miss." He took a swig from the bottle before returning to the bar.

Sarah watched him with a speculative look on her face.

"You know he never did say why he came over here." Jessie commented with a grin. "Want me to go see what he wanted?"

"You're mated, girl, and I don't want to hear your bear moaning about you sleeping around." Sarah began walking towards Antharic. "I'll go see what he wanted."

"Invite him back to the house if you want." Jessie's grin spread across her face. "I can keep Colt busy."

Sarah shook her head at her sister's antics. She could easily guess how Jessie would keep her mate busy as that's what they did most of the time he was around anyway.

When Sarah got to Antharic, he was laughing at something one of the other guys at the bar had said. She tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around to look at her. He looked surprised to see her, even though he'd been the one to approach her first.

"What can I do for you, lass?" He asked, his accent running through her like finely aged whiskey.

"Yeah, you never said why you'd come over to me and my sister, and we were wondering why."

Antharic looked her up and down. "I got blind-sided by a wicked elbow and decided it best to retreat before I lost that which makes me a man."

Sarah couldn't help but laugh. "I actually meant the reason for you coming over to the juke box, but that'll work too."

The grin that spread across his face told her that he was joking around with her. "I know what ye meant, lass, I just be pulling yer leg. I actually came over to the music box cause ye seemed to be enjoying the song that was playing an' I was wondering what it was so that I might listen to it again at my leisure."

Sarah couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. "Are ya sure the song was the only thing you were interested in?"

The grin stayed on his face, but Sarah caught a glimmer of regret in his eyes. "At this time, it's all I can afford to be interested in. However, maybe I can look you up, if I come through the area again."

"Get me a napkin and I'll write in down for you." She said, wondering what was keeping him from being interested in more than a song title.

After a moment, Antharic turned back to her with a cocktail napkin and a pen in hand. She took the napkin and set in on the bar to write out the song on one side and her name and number on the other.

"If you feel like just talking, give me a call. I'm a real good listener." She gave him a kind smile as she returned the pen and napkin to him and walked back to her sister.

Antharic watched her go, his heart heavy. It was better this way. He couldn't afford to get a woman involved, not with him being hunted by the worst sorts of people on the planet. He was probably pushing his luck staying here as long as he had anyway.

With a heavy sigh, he tucked the napkin into his pocket and headed out the back door and hopped on his bike. He might take the woman up on the offer that had been so clear in her eyes, if the day ever came when he wasn't being hunted for being what he was. With one last look at the sky, Antharic pushed the shield down on his helmet and started his bike, before tearing off into the night.

Hopefully everyone remembers the drill. review and you get a new chapter sooner. I'll try and make it quick, but as I'm still in the process of unpacking from my recent move I don't know how soon I'll be able to sit down and write a full chapter.