Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Yes, actually we do,” I answered. “We met a couple of weeks ago when Lynch helped me and a friend out of a tight spot.”
“Oh? What did he do?”
“That’s a story for another day,” Lynch answered.
“We’ll look forward to hearing it.” Rebecca placed her hand on Lynch’s forearm. “I’ve hired Raelyn to help me plan an anniversary party for my parents.”
“I see.” Lynch held my gaze for a moment, then turned and faced Rebecca. “Viper sent me over to get his spare set of keys. He said they’re in his desk drawer.”
“Okay.” Rebecca rushed back to the front door. “I’ll grab them.”
Once she was gone, I stepped closer to Lynch and lowered my voice. “Who’s Viper?”
“Rebecca’s ol’ man and the Ruthless Sinners’ president.”
“Wait, Rebecca’s fiancé is the president of your club?” I glanced at the house behind me. “And he lives here?”
“He does.”
“Oh, my God. I had no idea.” I turned back to him. “I knew she was engaged but had no clue he was a biker. If I did, I wouldn’t have been so surprised when you pulled up in the driveway.”
“Yeah, well, I was pretty surprised to see you, too.” He took a step closer. “But it was a good surprise.”
He had that look in his eyes—the one he got just before he kissed me, but it quickly faded when Rebecca returned with the keys. Lynch took a quick step back as she dropped them in his hand and smiled. “Here you go.”
“Thanks, Bec.” Before heading back over to his friend, Lynch turned to me with a sexy smirk. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Can’t wait.”
I had a feeling that this next date was going to be one to remember—for both of us.
LYNCH
“Rebecca and I had quite an interesting chat when you left yesterday.”
“Oh, really.”
“Mm-hmm.” Mischief marked Rae’s face as she told me, “She was quite informative.”
Since Rebecca was Viper’s ol’ lady, I trusted her more than anyone to know what she should and shouldn’t say, so I wasn’t worried about the conversation she’d had with Raelyn—I was simply curious. “And what was this enlightening discussion about?”
“Oh, just some basic dos and don’ts of dating a biker.”
“I see.” I offered her my spare helmet. “And you found this information beneficial?”
“Oh, absolutely.” A wicked grin slipped across her lips. “And the advice she gave me was extremely advantageous. Rebecca is wise beyond her years.”
“Advice?”
“Mm-hmm.” Raelyn looked stunning as she put on the helmet and fastened the chin strap. Her hair was pulled back, and she was wearing a pair of slim-fit jeans, tall leather boots, and a black jacket that hugged her curves. With a sexy smirk on her face, she sassed, “But don’t expect me to share any of it with you. It’s all top-secret intel.”
“Whoa, hold on now. That’s not right.” I helped her climb on behind me. “You can’t withhold information about me.”
“It wasn’t just about you.” Her smile grew even wider as she continued to tease me. “I mean, it was a lot about you, but not exclusively.”
“I think I get the picture.” Before I turned the engine, I asked, “Are you all set?”
“I think so.” She leaned forward as she asked, “So, where are we going?”
“You’re not the only one who can withhold information.”
I sent a message to Hawk and Widow, letting them both know exactly where I’d be, then started up my Harley and eased out of the parking lot.
Raelyn was a natural when it came to riding. She knew just when to lean and when to still, and she rarely tensed—even when I kicked up the speed. I was enjoying the ride and tempted to keep at it, but I didn’t want to be late for the big surprise.
I was both surprised and pleased that she didn’t realize where we were going until we pulled into the race track’s parking lot. As soon as we parked, Raelyn quickly removed her helmet, and her voice was riddled with excitement as she hopped off my bike and said, “You didn’t!”
“I did.” I removed my helmet and swung my leg over the seat. “I remembered you telling me how much you loved going to the races with your grandfather, so I thought we’d make memories of our own.”
I glanced back to make sure Davies, one of the club’s prospects, was there to keep an eye on things, then I led Raelyn inside. She was practically beaming as she followed me through the side doors and down to the track. It wasn’t a drag-racing track like we both were accustomed to but much better suited for what I had planned.
As we got closer to the track’s base level, I was glad that Stephen, my sister’s husband, had done like I’d asked and dropped off my father’s car. He’d left it parked at the paddock for us, and in no time at all, Raelyn spotted the bright red Camaro. She immediately turned to me with wide eyes and gasped. “Is that your dad’s car?”