Page 55 of Fallen Flame

It felt good.

Better than good.

It felt right.

That thought should’ve scared me, but it didn’t.

There was something about sitting behind Oliver that made everything else disappear. I didn’t have to think about where we were going or what might be waiting for us when we got there.

All I had to do was hold on. Oliver would handle the rest.

He pulled out of the lot behind Jude and Ever, and I leaned with him as we turned onto the road.

The wind tugged at my clothes and whipped around the helmet, but I barely noticed.

My arms tightened slightly around Oliver, and he reached down and rested one hand over mine for the briefest second.

Then it was back on the handlebars.

The touch was so quick I could’ve convinced myself it hadn’t happened.

I didn’t.

By the time we reached the Dairy Bar, I was almost disappointed the ride was over.

Oliver parked beside Jude, and I climbed off. The moment his boots hit the pavement, his attention moved around the parking lot again.

Jude did the same.

They checked the road, the cars parked near the neighboring businesses, and the alley beside the Dairy Bar.

It wasn’t casual.

They were looking for something. Or someone.

Ever met my gaze over Jude’s shoulder. This time, she didn’t bother hiding the concern on her face.

She unlocked the front door, and we all stepped inside.

Ever flipped on the lights while I headed behind the counter.

Oliver and Jude stayed near the front door, talking quietly enough that I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Every few seconds, one of them glanced through the windows.

I walked over to Ever while she put the pieces of the milkshake machine together. “Tell me you feel this too,” I whispered.

She looked up. “Yeah. Totally. Things feel weird.”

I nodded and leaned one hip against the counter. “I wonder what they talked about in their meeting.”

“Church,” Ever corrected.

I rolled my eyes. “Sorry. Their very secret biker church.”

She snapped one of the metal pieces into place. “I can try to find out. They all pull the club business thing, but the girls always find out eventually.”

“Ol’ lady privileges?” I laughed.