The concern in her friend’s voice made Morgan’s eyes sting unexpectedly. “I’m fine. Really.”
“You don’t sound fine. I’m coming over.”
“No, it’s late, and you have that early meeting tomorrow.” Morgan took a deep breath. “But there’s something else. Something weird happened after I left the restaurant.”
“Weird how?” The suspicion in Tessa’s voice was immediate.
“Jason followed me out. We were arguing on the sidewalk, and this biker stopped to help me.”
“A biker? Like, leather cut, motorcycle, Sons of Anarchy, the whole deal?”
Morgan laughed, “No... well, sorta. Not like those Motorcycle Club romance books you’re always reading.”
Tessa scoffed loudly, “I read no such thing.”
“Shut up, you totally do and love every moment of them, I even loved that one you made me read with the guy with the pierced-”
Tessa cut her off before she could fall too far down the fantasy rabbit hole, “Yes, you’ve told me all about your curiosity about piercings, but back to our main event. Tell me about this motorcycle man who beat up Jason, and whisked you on to the back of his bike, riding off into the sunset.”
“You’re ridiculous, and that didn’t happen.”
“Ugh, fine. So if you didn’t ride off with Biker Boy, what happened?”
“He was dressed in full black leather gear, pants, riding jacket, helmet, the whole shebang. He stepped in between me and Jason when he wouldn’t let go of me.”
“That sounds... terrifying and hot at the same time. Was he cute?”
Morgan rolled her eyes, though Tessa couldn’t see it. “I have no idea. He never took off his helmet.”
“Seriously? That’s some superhero-level mystery.”
“It wasn’t like that.” But even as she said it, Morgan knew it was exactly like that. “He was just being decent.”
“Uh-huh. And did this decent, mysterious, night-riding biker get your number?”
Morgan bit her lip. “Actually, I got his.”
“WHAT?” Tessa’s shriek made Morgan pull the phone away from her ear. “Morgan Elizabeth Reeves! You just broke up with Jason and already got a biker’s number?”
“It’s not like that,” Morgan protested, though heat crept up her neck. “He walked me to my car, and I asked for his number in case... I don’t know, in case I needed help again.”
“And does your dark knight have a name?”
Morgan hesitated. “He goes by Bullet.”
“Bullet,” Tessa repeated flatly. “Like, the thing that kills people... Bullet?”
“It’s obviously a nickname.”
“Obviously,” Tessa agreed. “Because his parents definitely didn’t look at their newborn and think, ‘You know what would be cute? Naming him after ammunition.’”
Morgan laughed despite herself. “He was nice, Tess. Respectful. He told me I should change my locks since Jason has a key.”
“He’s right about that. I’ve been telling you to change those locks and dump Jason’s sorry ass since you told me he was acting weird three weeks ago.”
“I know, I know.”
“So when are you seeing this Bullet again?”
