Page 19 of Misadventures of a Biker

When I left prison, my motorcycle, the clothes on my back, and a mind filled with memories were my only possessions. Having previously relied on my father’s company for employment, I felt starting from scratch would provide me with a sense of accomplishment. Now, win or lose, I had no one to blame but myself.

“I’m headed out.” I carried my cup to the sink. “If you find anything out about that guy, let me know.”

He raised his cup. “Will do.”

When I was almost to the door, he cleared his throat. “Hey, dipshit. What’s for dinner?”

I paused and gave it a moment’s thought. Grudge-fucking Teddi seemed like a great idea, if I could pull it off.

“Go to the clubhouse.” I smirked. “There’s a good chance I might be late.”

Chapter Six

Teddi

The workday was nearly over. I’d spent most of it watching Devin talk on the phone and trying to catch glimpses of him each time he walked to the bathroom. What time wasn’t spent drooling over his bravado gait was spent daydreaming of what I wanted him to do to me.

I regretted not apologizing to him for the way I acted. Doing it now would require talking to him face-to-face. Talking to him made me nervous. Avoidance was the only way for me to maintain any level of sanity.

The sound of fingers snapping brought me out of my semiconscious state. I blinked my eyes into focus.

Kate was leaning against my office door. “Wake up,” she said. “It’s almost time to go.”

“I’m awake. I was just thinking. When did you get back?”

“Just now.”

“How’d it go?”

“I sent you a text.” She took a few steps toward me. “Got the listing. Seven point two.”

“Congratulations,” I said. “That’s a nice home.”

“Thank you.” She gave me a funny look. “What were you thinking about?”

“Oh, nothing. Why?”

She gestured toward my face with her finger. “You’ve kind of got a little slobbery thing going on. You might want to wipe it off.”

Embarrassed, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “I was just daydreaming.”

“About Devin?”

“What?” I gasped. “Seriously? No.”

Grinning, she gave me a look of opposition. “Are you sure?”

She’d been gone in meetings all day and had no idea of the mental turmoil I’d faced. Even so, I wasn’t about to admit I’d spent the majority of my day hoping he’d get up and walk around the office. I needed to pull it together. Swimming in self-pity about Margaret’s home and using Devin as my mental means of resolve wasn’t healthy.

I cleared my mind of lingering thoughts and gave her an innocent look. “Why would you say something like that?”

“I see how you look at him.”

“When?”

“Always.”

“What does that mean?”