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BIKER IN LOVE
WINTER TRAVERS
BIKER IN LOVE
Red noticed Tara right away and knew she was going to be his. He just needed to bide his time and wait for the right moment.
Times up.
CHAPTER 1
TARA
“I can’t help.”
“What do you mean you can’t help?” I hissed into the phone. “You’re my best friend, Kelly. This moment right here is the reason why I picked you as my best friend. I’m at my worst, and I need you.”
“I am in Texas, Tara. Remember? My sister is having her baby and asked me to be in the delivery room.”
I remembered, but it was horrible timing. “She couldn’t have waited a couple of days?” I grumbled. “It’s not like I have daily emergencies. I can’t even remember the last time I needed your help.”
Kelly chuckled. “I’ll let her know you don’t appreciate her scheduling to be induced on the same day you lock yourself out of your house.”
I looked around frantically and huddled to my backdoor. “It’s not only the fact I locked myself out, Kelly; I also happen to be only wearing bikini bottoms and nothing else,” I whisper shouted. “Thank god it is the middle of the day, and everyone is working.” I owned a two-bedroom bungalow in Cape Coral in a sleepy subdivision on the south side of town. The weather was damn near perfect year-round, save for a few hurricanes, though I sometimes missed the changing seasons. I had moved here six years ago from the mid-west and would hop on a plane to Wisconsin when I needed weather other than sunny and sometimes rainy.
“You’re going to have to call a locksmith, Tara. Try to find something to cover up with and call them.”
“I don’t have anything to cover up with,” I explained. “I popped out here quick to set up the record player and then was going to go back in to get my towel and stuff.”
“I love that you were just walking around your backyard topless, setting up your record player,” Kelly laughed.
“There is a fence, Kelly, and I was just on my deck. No one can see me on my deck.”
“Sure,” she drawled. “I don’t know how right you are about that.”
If my neighbors could see me, none of them had complained with the cops or HOA. “I need help, Kelly. What the heck am I supposed to do?” I was seeing firsthand the drawback of having only Kelly as my friend. She was out of town, and I was SOL.
The roar of a motorcycle sounded in the distance, and my stomach dropped. The roar neared and slowed in front of my house. Actually, in front of my neighbor’s house. “Oh no,” I gasped.
“Please tell me I just heard Hottie McBiker pull in,” Kelly called.
I shushed Kelly as if my neighbor could hear her and held the phone to my chest. What the hell was I going to do? I needed help, and my neighbor could more than help me, but I was also topless, almost naked, and he was, well, hot. I had nicknamed him Hottie McBiker and was not off base at all.
The motorcycle rolled up his driveway on the other side of my fence.
“Tara!” Kelly hollered into the phone.
I held the phone to my ear. “What?” I demanded. I was in the middle of a freakout.
“I will hang up, and you will ask your neighbor for help. Cover your tits, and man up, woman.” She laughed loudly. “And maybe next time you’ll rethink being freaky and sunbathing topless.” She ended the call, and I squeezed the phone in my hand.
“I don’t want tan lines,” I hissed.
I set the phone on the patio table and edged toward the top of the stairs that went into my backyard.
While I lived in a small two-bedroom bungalow, my backyard was rather large. Off the back of the house was the deck where I had been attempting to sunbathe, which opened up to my narrow but long backyard.
Hottie McBiker’s driveway ran along the other side of my fence and into his garage. My garage was on the other side of my house, along with my driveway.
