McKayla went quiet behind me.
I pulled into the parking spot behind Prime and killed the engine.
For a second, McKayla didn’t move.Her arms stayed around me, her body warm against my back, the faint vibration of the ride still buzzing through both of us.
Then she slowly let go.I immediately missed the weight of her hands.
That was a damn problem.
She climbed off carefully and pulled her helmet free, her hair falling messy around her shoulders.Her cheeks were flushed from the wind, and her eyes were brighter than they’d been in days.
I liked that too much.
Pearl hopped off Anchor’s bike and looked at him with wide innocent eyes.“Oh wow.Ice cream.How did we end up here?”
Anchor stared at her.“You pointed.”
“Did I?”
“You know you did.”
Prime chuckled while Shay practically skipped toward the small walk-up window.
McKayla leaned against my bike beside me.“You know, for dangerous bikers, you guys are very easily manipulated by pretty women.”
I looked down at her.“You saying you’re pretty?”
Her mouth opened, then shut.Then her cheeks turned just a little pinker.Well, damn, that was interesting.
“I was speaking generally,” she said.
“Sure.”
“I was.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“That calm agreeing thing where you clearly don’t agree.”
I leaned slightly closer.“Would you rather I argue?”
Her eyes flicked to my mouth for half a second.“No,” she said finally.“Probably not.”
The air shifted between us.
A quiet awareness in the middle of the parking lot while Pearl argued with Anchor about sprinkles and Shay tried to convince Prime to get a cone bigger than his head.
McKayla cleared her throat and looked away first.“I’m getting ice cream.”
“Good plan.”
“I deserve it.”
“You do.”
