“Anything?” I question with a smirk.
“Tell me you love me and I’ll cry.”
“I love you.”
She sighs and stretches her arms wide for a hug, “I love you too.”
Caged inside her warm hug, tears sting my eyes but I hold them in—it seems like I’m the emotional one.
“Ooh, the baby is kicking.” She pulls back a little.
“Oh, are you okay?” I verbalize my concern.
“Yup!” Her hand rubs circles around her belly. “I think she is anxiously waiting to watch those fully-geared bikers as well.”
I laugh at that note. “Join the club, the more the merrier.”
“Apparently, you can be extra horny when you’re pregnant,” she sighs, “Thank god Dean is a stallion.”
I snort with a laugh.
“Girl, my tank is full, I gotta pee.” She hugs me again before she goes toward the motel. “Have fun out there, be safe!”
As I wave at her, a sharp agitated voice captures my attention and I scan the area for the location of the argument.
“You are the dumbest bitch on the fucking track!” a big man climbs off his bike, “Lose the attitude, Lorelai.”
I stride over there, “Hey, Lai, what is going on?”
She looks sheepishly aside at the man standing next to her, “Hey, Blakely, we’re fine sorry to disturb you.”
What is that supposed to mean?
“Oh stop it, you didn’t do such a thing,” I bump her hip and squeeze her shoulder, “Did you forget about our ride today?”
Her brows pull together as her eyes narrow just a fraction before she replies, “Oh right, I completely forgot about it.”
There wasn’t a ride but now there is one with her in it, away from him.
“I don’t have footpegs but Brook has them on his bike. Would you be okay riding with him?” I point to him, sitting on his bike and chatting with his friends.
“Bitch, you know I am.” Her voice lowers to a whisper and excitement shimmers in her eyes.
I give her my wicked smirk, “I thought so.” After chatting with her this morning, she told me her bike went total after her brother used it and ruined it.
“Wait a minute,” the man interferes “We were in the middle of something here, can’t—”
She cuts him, “No we weren’t, and don’t you dare step into the bar again if you want your balls to hang in the same place tomorrow. I know some people who like trophies.” She tosses her wavy, brown hair back.
Holy shit. This is epic!
The look of embarrassment paints his face reddish as he looks around to ensure no one hears anything.
Lai continues to belt words at him. “Don’t ever talk to me that way again. Or talk to me at all. We were done a long time ago. Now fuck off and leave me in peace.”
He climbs on his bike and takes off.
“Girl!” I jump on her, “That was an Oscar-winning performance. Who is he?”
