Chapter Eight
Jedidiah was workingon a spreadsheet for Trevor’s office expenses while Trevor was involved with his current number-one app. Judging from the curses he was muttering under his breath it wasn’t going well. His cell phone rang.
“Thank God,” he said, picking it up. “Yeah, what?” He listened for a moment then said, “Give me the address. Yeah, I can make it. See you there.”
He ended the call and looked at Jedidiah speculatively. “How would you like to get out of here and go to Austin with me?”
“Go to Austin? Why?”
“We’re initiating a kid into the club.”
“I don’t belong to your club.”
“I’m aware. We welcome visitors. Come on, you can’t tell me you’d rather stay here and work inside on a damn spreadsheet. It’s a beautiful day.”
Beautiful and hot. But hey, this was summer in Texas. “I could work on another app instead. Like the find your glasses app.” He hadn’t asked her to do more than bounce ideas around for his Bikers For Kids app but since the glasses app had been her idea he had been game to let her try her hand at it.
“Are you worried about riding my bike? I’ve got an extra helmet and jacket.” When she didn’t respond he asked, “Have you ridden a motorcycle before?”
She nearly laughed except it wasn’t funny. The last time she’d been on a bike had been the day Noah had been murdered. “Yes. I had a Kawasaki but I’ve also ridden a Harley.” With Noah most of the time. He’d been adamant about teaching her how to handle his Harley in case she needed to. And she had. She pushed that thought out of her mind.Do not go there. Not unless you want to lose it in front of Trevor.
“No shit?”
“No shit at all.”
“You don’t still own it?”
She shook her head. It really had been a beauty. But after Noah died, she hadn’t had the heart for it. “I sold it. A few years ago.” She could tell he wanted to ask for details but as she’d already discovered with Trevor, he didn’t push. Which she appreciated.
Instead he asked, “So, how about it? Wanna ride?”
Wasn’t it time she got back on the bike, so to speak? She had nothing against motorcycles. In fact, she loved a lot of things about them. The feeling of freedom. The power you harnessed. The speed. The wind whipping around you. Plus, they were just downright fun.
Or had been until she and Noah had infiltrated the gang who had killed him. That was the fault of the gang, though, not the motorcycle. Trevor had a really nice Harley and she did love a Harley. Just the sound of one made her smile. Until she thought about Noah anyway.
“What’s wrong? You looked really sad for a moment.”
“Nothing.” Nothing she wanted to talk about. “You sure no one will mind?”
“Positive.”
Shortly after that she climbed on the back of Trevor’s Harley and grabbed hold of his belt loops. Before putting on his helmet, Trevor turned around and said, “You’re going to want a better hold than that.”
She knew that but she was putting it off. Neither of them had mentioned that almost kiss at the fair but she didn’t think Trevor had forgotten it any more than she had. Even being this close to him was making her question the wisdom of this little trip. If she wrapped her arms around his waist and held on tight she was going to have a whole lot of inappropriate thoughts. It didn’t seem to bother Trevor, though. Did she affect him like he affected her? Maybe.
Stop it. He’s your boss. Nothing more. An almost kiss means nothing.
Gingerly, she put her arms around his waist. She knew he was ripped from watching him wash his bike without his shirt but thankfully she couldn’t feel much beneath his leather jacket. But her legs were spread wide on either side of him, which put her a little too close for comfort. Why the hell had she agreed to go with him?
Because she liked him. And she was really curious about his motorcycle ‘club.’ And even though she’d forsworn danger, riding with Trevor was a completely different kind of danger. She was damned if she’d be a coward about it. She’d retreated from the land of the living for long enough.
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Trevor had madea whopper of a mistake. He’d thought it would be no big deal to have Jedidiah ride with him. He’d thought he could control the feelings she inspired in him. The feelings that had been growing stronger by the day. The almost overwhelming desire he had to hold her. To kiss her. To… He made himself stop there. No point in imagining what was never going to happen.
He wondered what would have happened if they hadn’t been interrupted at the fair. They’d have kissed for sure. Maybe it wouldn’t have been a big deal. After all, it was only a kiss. Maybe the fact that it hadn’t happened was why he’d been obsessing about it.
So he’d asked her to come with him. Not thinking beyond the fact that he liked being around her. That he wanted her to see what BFK was all about.Great idea, dumbshit.At least his jacket prevented her from getting too close—to his upper body, anyway.
