“I’m patched in, so I take full cut of monthly earnings fromRide.But Ma got Dad’s cut the whole time after he died, until she got hitchedto Hound, who’s also a Chaos brother.She set some aside for Jag and me.Andwhen they sold the house we grew up in, they split that in half, and gave it toJag and me.Though, not right away.She held on to it until we were old enoughnot to blow through itdoin’ stupid shit.But whenshe did hand it over, it was substantial, and to make it work for me, Iinvested it.”
“So you’re Wise BikerandReal Estate Mogul Biker?”
He grinned down at her.“Snap’s the mogul.I’m not thereyet.”
“You’ve got more than me,” she mumbled.
“Georgie,” he called.
She refocused on him.
And blurted, “I’m thirty-one.”
She said that like it was a dirty little secret.
When she didn’t say more, he prompted, “So?”
“You act older than twenty-eight.”
More prompting from him.“And?”
She was watching him closely when she asked, “Does it botheryou that I’m older than you?”
“Did it bother you when you thought I was older than you?”
Her bright smile came back.“So my New-Style American BikerI’m Starting to See is Wise Biker, Budding Mogul BikerandEnlightenedBiker.”
He grinned again and gave her another squeeze.“Yeah.”
“Awesome,” she whispered, pressing close.
He was about to kiss her again when they both heard, “Mwrrr!”
She jerked in his hold, looked down and cried dramatically,“Baby!”
She then pulled free of Dutch’s arms and Dutch watched herbend down and pick up a cat that was sitting at the sides of their feet.
She turned it in her arms, cradled it like it was her childand started speaking to the animal, sharing big, but doing it in a cooing voicethat was straight-up hilarious.
“You can see, he’s gorgeous, and he’s a good kisser, sothere’s reason I forgot all about you.But I’m so sorry I forgot about you.I’ll introduce you to him right away.”Her eyes came to Dutch.“Dutch, this isMurtagh.”She looked to the cat.“Murtagh, this is my New-Style American BikerI’m Starting to See, Dutch Black.”
“Mwrr,” Murtagh replied.
It took some effort, with Georgiana showing him more of thegood that was Georgiana, to tear his eyes from her to look at the cat.
But when he did, he experienced a sensation he’d never feltin his life.
Love at first sight.
Big round eyes.Poofy round face.Tons of thick, gray hair.Folded-over ears.
It was the cutest damned feline he’d ever clapped eyes on.
Not even knowing what he was doing, he took the cat from herarms and held it the same way Georgie had been doing.
“Yo, Murtagh,” he greeted.
“Murr,” Murtagh replied.
