“Take a picture, it will last longer,” I muttered to myself. My Audi was custom-made and drew attention from most people, especially gearheads.
“Pardon?” Jasper piped up through the speaker.
I turned my shoulders so I could take the biker in better, my eyes scanning his muscled frame as he straddled the seat, looking uber confident.
If he was looking for somewhere to park his bike, he was screwed as I’d taken the last space. The biker had his right hand on the throttle and the other on his hip as he leaned back in his seat. He wore leather riding gear, mainly black with red on the legs, and his AGV helmet had a mirrored visor so you couldn’t see his face. One of his gloved hands revved the bike again as he watched me. At least, that was the way his head was turned; I couldn’t see his eyes. Maybe he was pissed that I had taken up two spaces. Oops.
I twisted my body away and grunted to myself. “Just move on and find someplace else to park, jerk off.” I got that the biker look was hot and effortlessly cool at the same time, but I wasn’t in the mood.
“Storm?” Jasper barked.
“Just a second,” I hissed.
The biker remained where he was. I had always found guys on bikes fascinating, as there was always a sense of mystery surrounding them. Some drove like absolute dicks, of course, like they owned the highway. The bikers I had met at college were thrill-seekers who lived for the open road and followed their own rules.
Plus, half of them were probably Uggo’s underneath the sleek disguise of their sexy outfits. You could tell that this biker had a fit body, irrespective of what his face looked like. His muscular thighs filled out his leather pants quite nicely. He was an extension of the motorcycle that sat beneath him.
I was just about to roll down my window to ask him what his problem was, but sensed the danger that bounced off his leather-clad body. Instead, I waved my hand in the air, motioning for him to move on, and thankfully, he seemed to listen, aggressively revving the engine again with the right twist grip. I peered down as he kicked his boot against the foot lever, preparing to leave. With a nod of his head, he then leaned over the handlebars and set off, turning to look back at me over his shoulder as he sped away.
I flipped him off. “Thank you,” I called out to no one as he roared out of sight.
“Who are you talking to?” Jasper belted crossly.
“No one, just a pretentious road-rager.”
“Where are you?” I hated it when Jasper asked me that. One of the first things he did when he returned from Connecticut was activate Find My Phone on my cell. I would be marrying into a family even wealthier than my own; those types of security precautions were necessary. So, I had been told. Of course, it had nothing to do with Jasper wanting to stalk my every movement like an asshole.
“I’m in my car, waiting for my brother.” Or, if I were being factual, half-brother. At one time, I thought I would never get used to calling the big lug that was Phoenix Cater brother, but now it just slipped out, without even thinking about it. Our situation wasn’t so complex to understand anymore; different mothers, same dad. Normal. Well, as normal as you could be when you were part of the Summers family. Dysfunctional didn’t touch the sides.
“Did you hear what I said about the changes to the pre-nup?
“Yes,” Nope. I was past caring. I hadn’t set eyes on the marriage contract I had signed since I was sixteen years old.
Daddy’s business was flourishing, and Phoenix had become part of our family and a beneficiary of the Storm estate. This forced a change to my father’s will. That, in turn, affected the pre-nuptial agreement I had with Jasper. I didn’t care as I made my own money now.
“OK. Well, I’ll see you back at the house,” Jasper announced brusquely.
Thinking back to my interaction with the biker guy, I realized that was the first bit of excitement I’d experienced in weeks. I really needed to get out more.
I ended the call as my half-brother, Phoenix, appeared at the passenger side window. Pressing the unlocking mechanism, I nodded towards him, and he opened the door. I would have said perfect timing if I hadn’t been sitting there for the last twenty-five minutes.
“You said, half past,” I huffed, firing the engine as Nix slid in next to me. His car was in the shop, which was why I had to pick his sorry ass up from work.
“So?”
“So, it’s almost five to,” I complained.
He cut me an apologetic look as he clipped his seatbelt on. “Sorry, the Chief was on my ass about something, and I couldn’t get away.”
Phoenix was a firefighter and a valuable member of the Newport Fire Department. Having accrued over seventy hot saves in just two years, Nix was Employee of the Month material, yet the Fire Chief loved to bust his balls.
“You could just tell him to go fuck himself, as I suggested?” I pointed out, steering the car away from the sidewalk.
“If I took your advice, I’d be out of a job by Christmas,” Phoenix chuckled, pulling out his cell.
I knew I didn’t have long to wait before my brother mentioned the R-word.
“So, big news. Reed is home.”
