I look at him as the door opens. “No. Let’s take my father out of the equation. Even if you had come here because you really wanted me, I still would have said no. I know you can break my heart, and that thought completely scares me.”
His whole body loosens up. “Ditto, baby,” he murmurs, “and I’m not here because of your dad, I would have found you before he knocked on my motel room door.”
Crap, there goes the flutter in my heart.
Some moms eye him up as their little ones run to the pegs and put their things away and I suck in a breath as he adds, “My name is Bellamy, by the way.”
Pretty sure Dad mentioned bikers don’t give out their legal names…
“Hi, Miss Drew!” Alexandria calls as she rushes in last getting my attention. I blink, then blink again, then give the little four-year-old a blinding smile.
I reply, “Hi, sweet girl,” just as she stumbles a little making me chuckle.
The girl is so adorably clumsy...
I side-eye Bellamy to check if he’s still standing there and my chest tightens when I notice he’s taken a seat.
“I want that date,” he says and I suck in a breath yet again. He just gets comfortable and leans back against the bench, ignoring the moms staring at him.
The man has just made my day because I want nothing more than to agree, especially when I have never had this kind of reaction to a man before. I just, my mind can’t seem to catch up.
How much would my dad kill me if I accepted the date? Though didn’t Bellamy say Dad told him to ask me out?
Wait, is this a pity invitation?
Crap…
“We’re ready, Miss Drew!” Annabel says loudly and I break eye contact with Bellamy and smile softly at the cutie. I notice my little ones lined up, all holding onto the wall pole.
"Okay, my munchkins," I call as I try not to notice Bellamy’s presence—which is no easy feat. The man demands respect. His aura suffocates me, urging me to go to him but I ignore thefeeling and the fear rushing through me along with the millions of questions running around my head and I instruct, "Andplié."
Maybe he’ll leave? And maybe then I can call my dad and give him an earful for making the man I felt an instant connection with to ask me out on a pity date.
Chapter 7
Cage
Wow, she’s beautiful—no, even more than that—she’s stunning, mesmerizing. I’m instantly smitten – a word I fucking hate – and I can’t take my eyes off her. It’s not just her deep blue eyes, her makeup-free face, or her sunshine hair that has entranced me. It’s the sweet aura she carries as a whole. She has me intrigued, and I don’t know how dangerous that is.
Six months and I have barely stayed two nights in one place, needing to ride. My body itches to ride out before I do something stupid… Yet, this woman has me booking my room for more than two days.
I slowly lick my bottom lip. Normally, I’d hate this much attention. I’d get restless, tell the women to leave me alone, and stop staring. But honestly, I don’t care that all the moms areeyeing me right now, this little bird who is smiling softly has my full attention because fuck, I think Joel was right.
“Drew doesn’t need a choir boy, she needs someone like you, and I believe you need someone like her.”
“Gently lower,” my little bird says softly, and I blink and watch as she shows the kids how to crouch in a perfect position. It’s impressive, especially when I know I can’t do that shit, I’d probably fall flat on my face.
Their feet are shaped in some kind of… I don’t even know how to explain it, their heels are nearly touching, their toes pointed outwards, and their knees are bent.
It looks hard as fuck, yet Drew is doing it with such poise. She keeps her back straight and bends, brings her arm out with a curve while keeping hold of the pole with the other, a soft look on her beautiful, curved face.
That small soft smile, the way her eyes brighten as she watches the kids get it right… This is her passion, the reason why she gets up in the morning and it’s fucking amazing to see. Fuck, when I watched her dance I was blown away but seeing her teach is a whole new level.
I swallow hard and look down for a second, my heart racing. The fear kicks in again, like it has since I saw her standing on the street with her parents, feeling her eyes on me.
I was involved with a patch chaser for about four years. I didn’t know her true intent because she was with others, so it never occurred to me she wanted my patch. She killed my baby sister after Angie overheard a conversation and confronted her, she ruined my family, fuck, she killed my child…
How can I know this woman isn’t like Toya?
