Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Bohdi ... is going to save me.
I WAKE IN THE MORNING to the smell of coffee.
It takes me a moment to realize I’m wrapped around a very warm, very gorgeous man who held onto me all night and gave me the safest night sleep I’ve ever had.
Then I realize if he’s in here, who the hell is making coffee?
I sit upright. Bohdi rolls, still asleep.
I get out of bed quickly, pulling on a robe, and I rush out of my room and into the kitchen where I’m met with four familiar faces.
Waverly, Mykel, Zariah and Kendric.
They’re sitting at my table, the two men drinking coffee, Waverly in the kitchen making more, Zariah whisking some eggs.
“Ah, hi,” I say, waving awkwardly.
“Oh, you’re awake!” Waverly smiles. “I didn’t want to barge in here and freak you out, but we’re taking you on a ride today so we wanted to make sure you had a good breakfast. I hope you don’t mind. And, honey, you shouldn’t leave the front door unlocked. You could get murdered or something ...”
“I think she’s safe,” Zariah says, her eyes twinkling as she looks past me.
Waverly’s eyes find what is, no doubt, Bohdi standing behind me.
“Oh,” Waverly says, her grin getting so big I flush. “I see.”
“It’s not ... We didn’t ...”
God, I’m making a fool of myself.
Bohdi steps up beside me, leans down, and presses a kiss to my temple. My knees go weak when his scratchy morning voice says, “Mornin’.”
He walks over to the table, and I stand there, cheeks burning, Waverly and Zariah doing little dances in the kitchen as they watch it all unfold. Bohdi joins the guys at the table, and Mykel slaps him on the back.
Oh, god.
This is awkward.
I rush into the kitchen, pouring myself a coffee. Waverly comes barreling over, and leans in close. “So ... did you ...”
“No,” I say, whispering. “I had a freaking breakdown when we tried, but ... he was incredible. He stayed with me all night and ... god, I’m so in love with him. It’s pathetic.”
Waverly’s face softens. “It is not pathetic, don’t ever call your feelings pathetic. But mostly, are you okay?”
I nod. “I am, it helped. Talking to him, it helped.”
“Well, he’s the glue for you, honey. I am glad you’re both finally seeing that.”
I give her a weak smile and glance at Bohdi, who is listening as the two guys talk to him.
He’s perfect.
And I am so in love with him.
A love I didn’t think was possible in this life of mine.
“You said we’re going for a ride?” I ask.
“Yeah, we have some business to take care of,” Kendric tells me. “So, we came to get you two because Waverly thought it would be a good idea for you to have some fun.”
“On a bike?” I squeak.
Kendric chuckles. “Yeah, on a bike.”
“Okay, but ... I don’t really ... What about Isla?” I say, aiming my question toward Bohdi, assuming I’m going to be riding with him.
Is that the correct assumption?
I hesitate.
“I’ll deal with Isla, she isn’t your problem. Your only problem, right now, is figuring out what to wear.”
I blink. “What do I wear?”
“Somethin’ really sexy,” Mykel winks and Waverly thumps him.
“First,” Zariah says, carrying a plate of freshly scrambled eggs and toast out. “Breakfast.”
We eat breakfast, which is absolutely delicious, and then I get changed into a pair of jeans, a light sweater, and some joggers. Apparently, Alarick and the rest of the guys are going to meet us here with Bohdi’s bike on the back of the truck so he doesn’t have to go back and get it.
They arrive only ten minutes later, and once Bohdi’s bike is off the truck, he climbs on and starts it up. Briella, who was driving the truck, gets out and puts the keys inside, before giving me a hug and climbing onto the back of Alarick’s bike. Seeing them like this, so powerful and dominating, I can understand why people give them a wide berth.
On their bikes, covered in leather, they’re a force to be reckoned with.
“You goin’ to get on or are you goin’ to think about it some more?” Bohdi says lightly, and my head swivels around to him. He’s holding out a helmet.
“I’m a bit nervous,” I admit.
“Got nothin’ to be nervous about when you’re with me. You’ll love it.”
I swallow, pull the helmet on and get on the back of the bike.
I squeal as we take off.
But he’s right —the second the wind is trailing past me, the rumbling is filling my ears, and the speed is making my heart race—I do love it.
Oh, boy, do I love it.
16
THEN – BOHDI
“What’re you doin’ here, Sherry? I’ve told you you’re not welcome around here,” I say, standing at the door and staring at Sherry who has been calling me over and over, pounding on the door to let her in for the last ten minutes.