Lila keeps her hold on Kenzie’s arm and grits out, “But he’s driving his motorcycle.”
“You’ll survive.” She shrugs free of Lila’s hold. “Reed, you’ll keep her safe, right?”
“Absolutely. And you sure you’re okay to drive?”
“Yep. Bye.”
And she’s gone.
Leaving me alone with Lila. Couldn’t have planned it better myself.
The question is . . .?why this charade?
FOURTEEN
I am a potato
LILA
Unbelievable.
So much for agreeing to scrap the plan.
On the drive to the restaurant, I told Kenzie we needed to come up with a new approach because there’s no way I was riding on Reed’s crotch rocket of death. So I thought we’d have dinner, then figure out a different way for me to get him alone.
Looks like I was wrong about the change of plans.
Now, it’s either a panic attack while wrapped around Reed or use a ride-share app, which I’m not ruling out despite being ardently against those. I’ve listened to far too many true crime podcasts to ride with a random stranger.
Nope, nope, nope.
Anxiety attack, it is, then.
An idea hits me. Before we left the house, Kenzie slipped one of her magic gummies into my purse. I tried to decline, but she insisted I keep it just in case. According to her, the gummies are low-dose THC and simply give her a lovely sense of calm that makes her all warm and fuzzy. She's been using them more since her ordeal.
Didn't think I'd need that gummy so soon. If ever.
But I guess I was wrong about that too.
Wait. No. I'm better than needing drugs to get through a motorcycle ride, right? Well, time will tell.
I stare at Kenzie’s back as she makes her grand departure.
And now I’m left alone with a smoldering Reed Hayes, who’s eying me down across the table.
One of his dirty dimples pops with an innuendo-filled grin. “Guess it’s just the two of us.”
My clit twitches.
Traitor.
I take a steadying breath, forcing my worries about the ride home until later. Might as well do the job I came here to do.
Exhale and here we go.
Relaxing my face, I allow a hint of a smile to crest my lips. “I suppose it is. Looks like you got your wish, after all.”
The server arrives with our meals before Reed can respond. He sets my salad on the table first, then places a creamy chicken pasta dish in front of Reed. When he sets down Kenzie’s mouthwatering cheeseburger, my eyes latch onto the crispy fries, dusted with flakes of parmesan and black pepper.
