My Uber arrived, just as a bike zoomed up and came to a stop behind the Uber.
My eyes narrowed at the biker.
“I thought you’d left,” I grumbled.
The big man rolled his eyes. “I tried. But those stupid calf eyes you gave me followed me down the street until my conscience wouldn’t allow me to leave.”
I didn’t comment.
Instead, I walked up to the Uber and said, “I’m sorry, but I no longer need a ride.”
“Thank God,” the Uber driver said. “I accepted and didn’t realize how far away it was.”
He drove off and Odin rolled his bike forward using his legs.
When he was close to me, he gave me an impatient look. “Hurry up.”
I got on only after I’d wrapped my jacket around my body.
It was already getting chilly, and we still had hours left of daylight.
Soon, the “abnormally hot weather” would give way to much cooler temps. Which I was already dreading. I hated cold weather.
Give me sun and the beach any day over mountains and snow.
“Hold on,” Odin growled gruffly.
I wrapped my arms around the man’s torso—which was thick and had barely an ounce of fat on it—and squeezed in tight.
The little thrill of anticipation that shot through me when he started to move was nothing compared to the electric jolt when his hand came off the handlebar and rested high up on my thigh.
He squeezed, and I looked up at his face.
“There’s some traffic up ahead. I need you to hold on tight as I navigate all the dumbasses that don’t see bikers,” he grumbled. “It’s like people here have no clue that they exist.”
I held on tighter, and he let go of my thigh.
I wouldn’t admit to myself that I felt instant regret.
His hand was warm and strong.
I liked having it there.
Even if I wasn’t supposed to.
The ride home from Bozeman once again took a couple of hours.
But in those hours, I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
I got to see all the views, spot all the wildlife, and ultimately enjoy being pressed up against a hot body.
One that was big and muscular and would probably give great warm hugs if he wasn’t so surly.
When we arrived in Sawtooth, it only occurred to me then that I hadn’t seen my car when we had passed that area.
I’d intended to call on one of our breaks, but I’d completely forgotten all about it until right then.
“Where am I going?” Odin asked as he slowed down once we hit the Sawtooth city limit.
