Kiss and McKelle nodded. I might only have ten bucks to my name, and I’d planned to do deliveries during lunch, but no way was I missing out on the chance to hang out with McKelle.
“I’m in,” I said and hoped they picked a cheap place to eat. Then I sat back in my chair, pretended to pay attention to the speaker, and listened when the addicts chose to share. Through it all, I was hyperaware ofMcKelle and the soft tone of her voice when she’d leaned in and whispered to Kiss.
Rather than fight the attraction, and the distraction, I gave in, pushed my chair back another few inches so she wouldn’t see me staring, and I watched her.
So much for lowkey obsessing over her. In a split second, I could feel my intentions go from friendzone to full stalker mode. Today, she’d worn her long blonde hair in a single braid down the center of her back. A pink T-shirt hugged her tits, and her pink and white leather riding jacket draped the back of her chair.
Finally, the meeting concluded.
“I’m starving,” Georgia said once we were in the parking lot. “Let’s try somewhere new.”
“Blue took me to this place a bit out of town,” Kiss said. “It’s not much to look at but the food is good.”
“Do you want to ride with me?” McKelle asked her.
“No. I’m cleaning the dance studio this afternoon while Blue is working in the bike shop.” She gave us directions to a taco stand. “It’s an old trailer off the side of the road.”
“We’ll follow you,” Georgia hollered as she climbed onto the back of Brad’s bike.
I sat on my Yamaha and waited while McKelle pulled her cat ears helmet over her head and smiled as she snapped the chin strap into place. “Try to keep up.”
I laughed as I pulled on my helmet. Two minutes later, we followed Kiss out of the parking lot. In traffic, we rode staggered, giving each other room. Traffic was heavy, but that’s what made lunchtime deliveries good money. Businesses tended to tip better. I’d make it up tonight, even if I had to get a curfew pass from Treena so I could make some late-night deliveries.
Once we hit the highway, McKelle popped a mini wheelie then surged ahead, showing the acceleration power of her machine. Sunlight glinted off the pearl wrap on her bike. Her cat ears were adorable just like the girl with her blonde braid swishing in the wind.
Once we were clear of traffic, I opted for style points, popping a wheelie and riding it for a quarter of a mile. When I came down, I rolled the throttle and caught up to McKelle.
She covered her heart with her pink glove and bowed her head to acknowledge I was the king of the wheelie. I couldn’t see her expression through her tinted face shield, but I could hear her sultry laugh in my head.
Brad caught up but kept his ride respectable with his backpack smiling wide and holding on tight. A minute later, Kiss blew past us in her car, windows down and arm waving in the wind.
For the next ten minutes, we kept the ride easy, letting Kiss take the lead until we followed her off the highway to a frontage road leading to a gravel parking lot. A couple of picnic tables sat outside a weather-worn trailer.
“Are you ready to order?” A smiling woman leaned out of the large sliding window.
The sun had bleached the menu board, but it was still easy to make out the pictures of the food and the prices.
Brad stepped up and ordered for him and Georgia. McKelle and Kiss each paid for their own meals. I scanned the board, found the cheapest item, approached the window, and ordered.
“That’s it?” She paused in her writing on the paper. “You want beans and rice?”
I took a step closer and lowered my voice. “Is that extra?”
“Sí.”
I shook my head, handed over my ten, glad I’d have a couple of bucks left to put in the tank. Then I followed them over to one of the empty picnic tables and sat next to Kiss and across from McKelle.
“I’ll be right back,” Kiss said. “I forgot to get a drink.”
She hustled over to the window.
“You were tearing it up,” I said, ignoring the growls in my gut from the smells coming out of the trailer. “How fast have you gotten her up to?”
“Once on the track, I hit a hundred and seventy-five in the straights. My dad threatened to turn her into parts if I ever tried to push her that fast again. How about you?”
“I’ve never been on a track, and I’m a law-abiding citizen. I never speed.”
A slow smile curled her lips. “Aren’t you on probation? I think that means you know how to find a bit of trouble.”
