“I can see it.” I giggle and Kai’s smile widens a notch. “I’m curious though...if Mason’s likely to hurt you for telling me that, why say it?”
“Simple.” We come to a stop behind a similar truck and Kai shrugs matter-of-factly, spinning to face me. “You deserve all the facts before you write him off.”
“There’s nothing to write off. I live in the US. He lives here. It was a casual hookup that never came to be.”
“Like I said, keep telling yourself that.”
“Okay, Mr. Matchmaker.” I quirk my lips, fighting my smile. “Anything else you think I should know before the toys arrive?”
Kai’s deep laughter once again fills the cabin of the truck until he pauses suddenly. “Yep.” He winces. “Except I’m a dead man if I say it.”
“Well, now I have to know.”
“I like you.” His smile returns. “Too bad you live in the US. You’d be good for him.”
“Just tell me,” I huff, blowing out a breath in mock frustration.
“He’s a musician.” He waves his hand, his expression neutral. As if to say “surprise.” And…Goddammit. “Of course he is. Because what’s better than a hot biker? A hot musician.”
“I knew you liked him.” He clicks his tongue.
“I don’tlikehim. I think he’s fuckable. There’s a difference.”
“If you say so.”
Ignoring his jab, my curiosity sticks on his earlier statement. “Why will he kill you for saying that? Jack said he worked at a bar. Is he in a house band or something?”
“Nope. He hasn’t picked up an instrument since his parents died.”
“What? That’s…”Heartbreaking.
“Fucked up?”
“Not exactly what I was going to say, but close enough. Why did—”
A thunderous roar interrupts my question, and I turn so fast the seat belt locks me against the seat. “Shit.” I forgot I was wearing it. “Is it time?”
“It sure is. Come on.” Kai reaches over and presses the release, letting my belt spring free. “You’re not going to want to miss a thing. Mase will be part of the second group.”
I jump out in record time, wincing when my ankle rolls a little on the landing.
Kai helps me into the bed of the truck as the first rider pulls up beside us, and my face splits into a grin. “Merry Christmas.” The gruff biker smiles, handing me a red sack full to the brim. “Have a good day.” His deep voice makes me giggle, and a joyous feeling takes over me.
Mason was right. This is going to be fun.
I'm already surrounded with toys by the time Mason comes into view, and it’s safe to say I’m having a blast. My jaw achesfrom constantly smiling, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this giddy.
There’ve been at least a hundred motorcycle riders from various clubs passing by and we’re only in the first hour. I’m in awe of how incredible this is. And well organized.
It’s blowing my mind.
“How long does the run go for?” I ask Kai as Mason approaches. “How many trucks need to be filled?”
“It ranges each year, but at least another hour.”
“It’s inspiring.”
“It sure is. Are you ready for your main man?”
