Fly raises an eyebrow at me, but none of these kids are even an option. We need college-age kids, not tweens.
The sweet scents coming out of the bakery fill the street. I almost hope Fiona is nowhere to be found.
All we need to do is make it to Maddox’s office…and back to the bikes.
Creed would love it here. Everywhere I look, there are teenage girls. Girls that he didn’t grow up with. All the more reason to make sure never to bring him here. I don’t need him falling in love at sixteen.
Creed in love…That boy would have an instant obsession. She would be his entire world. His entire reason for being in the blink of an eye.
He feels too much. Greer was right. Creed could be my clone. We’re so alike. I didn’t just go all in with the woman who gave birth to Creed. I went ALL IN. She was my sole focus in life.
We reach the bakery, and Fly stops to peek in to see if he can find the cause of his imminent demise.
I breathe a silent sigh of relief that Fiona isn’t inside.
We might just make it to Maddox’s office with all our skin intact.
A giggle echoes down the alleyway as we walk past. I turn my head to find Fiona pinned against the wall with Max smiling down at her. It’s clear that the two of them have been kissing. “You good now?”
Fly frowns. “Why are all the good ones taken?”
Because men aren’t stupid. When we find something amazing, we lock that woman down…How is Greer still single?
Why is she invading my brain? “No idea.”
Fly bumps me. “Like you even want to find one.”
I’m not opposed to finding a good woman. Who wouldn’t want a ride or die? A woman who’s loyal and loving. Greer’s face flashes in front of my eyes. “I’m not opposed to the idea.”
Fly stops dead in the middle of the street. “What?”
“Leave it.” I growl.
“Totally leaving it.” He grins, which means the entire club is going to hear about it by the end of the day, and every old lady is going to introduce me to a single friend of theirs.
Why didn’t I keep my mouth shut?
Isn’t that the kid that Maddox brought by once? The smart one he didn’t want us to poach? The kid has a computer on the bench next to him as he’s furiously typing. His fingers move faster than I can comprehend.
Is he a tech guy? Is that why Maddox didn’t want to share him? “Detour.” I change directions.
Fly doesn’t need to be told twice.
“Hey, you’re Everett, Maddox’s protégé, right?”
The boy glances up at me and snaps his computer shut like there’s something I shouldn’t see on it. Interesting. Definitely giving me tech-nerd vibes.
“I was. Now I work with my brother Max.”
Please say there’s another Max in the world. One who is less likely to kill me. “Max Rage?”
“That’s him.”
We can’t avoid the guy, it seems. “You’re pretty good with that, aren’t you?”
The kid snorts in an attempt to snicker. “Yeah, I’m pretty good with it.”
Time to poach. “Would you be interested in learning how to ride a motorcycle?”
