“But you still captured his interest, right?”
My cheeks filled with color as I thought about how Rebel’s steel-gray eyes had zeroed in on me. “Maybe.”
“That’s a yes,” she teased before taking another big bite of her donut.
“Probably because it is,” I mumbled.
“You’re blushing.”
“I’m not,” I automatically denied.
“You so are.” She quirked a brow. “Which means he must be ultra hot.”
“He really is.” I fanned myself. “Tall and muscular enough to make me feel dainty. Built like he could bench-press one of Dad’s tractors. With thick dark brown hair that’s a little long and kept falling over his forehead. A full beard. Steel-gray eyes that didn’t miss anything. And full-sleeve tattoos that made me wonder if he has more that I couldn’t see.”
She let out a low whistle. “So you’re already mentally stripping him.”
“Maybe.” My cheeks flamed even hotter.
“I’ve known you forever.” I rolled my eyes because that was obviously true since I was two when she was born. “And you’ve never talked about a guy like this.”
I busied myself rearranging the baskets of apples so I didn’t have to meet her eyes. “I’ve been busy helping Mom and Dad since I was old enough to carry a crate. Dating wasn’t exactly on the schedule. And boys my age are so immature. They want to play video games and text memes. Rebel is different from them. Older. More mature. And a Hound.”
Growing up in Riverstone, she knew exactly what I meant by the last part. The Hounds of Hellfire MC owned a lot of businesses in town, and we grew up with them riding up anddown the country road that bordered our land. But our family wasn’t connected to the club, at least not until my best friend fell for their treasurer.
Harper softened. “That’s one of the things Mom loves most about Dad. How steady he is.”
“Yeah.” I swallowed. “And I always said I wanted what they have.”
She nodded as she finished off the donut. “Do you think he might be that guy for you?”
“I don’t know. But when he looked at me, I felt it in a way I can’t quite explain.”
The bell jingled again. A regular came in for his weekly apple haul. I rang him up on autopilot, teasing him about how he was single-handedly keeping the orchard in business.
Harper helped bag his order, but as soon as he left, she asked, “You gonna see him again?”
“Only if Poppy invites me to something at the Hounds compound again.” I shrugged. “He’s in a motorcycle club, and I sell fruit for a living. Totally different worlds.”
She smirked. “Worlds collide sometimes. Did he get your number?”
“No, but I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard to find me if he wanted to.” I shook my head with a soft laugh. “You know how much Poppy likes to talk.”
“If you’re mooning over him like this, I bet he asked her about you, and she spared no details.”
My phone buzzed on the counter, offering me an out from this conversation. Spotting my best friend’s name on the screen, I grinned. My smile only widened when I opened her message.
Poppy
I totally forgot to ask yesterday because I was overwhelmed, but you’re going to be my maid of honor. Right?
I snorted, my thumbs already moving.
Me
Obviously yes. You’re stuck with me.
Her reply came in seconds.
