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She thought he might get restless, but no, he stood nearby, watching her with a half smile on his face. Dressed in his biker leathers, he looked incredibly hot and sexy. The fact he’d come straight to see her made her heart race. Jittery and excited, she had to stop looking at him in case she dropped a cup or tripped over a cable.
He’d mentioned a proposition. What was it?
It was the slowest twenty minutes of her life.
Eventually, it was time. When she waved at him, he nodded and sauntered away from the spot where he’d waited. She threw off her apron and darted out the door at the back of the Coffee Hut. She knew where he’d be. In exactly the same place he’d waited the day he’d come with her bag, under the electronic announcements board.
As she approached her heart raced, her body aching to run to him and hold him. He threw his backpack over his shoulder, weaving through the oncoming crowd toward her at top speed. Relief flooded through her, and it morphed into a dizzy rush as she watched him jog toward her.
Capturing her in his arms, he lifted her from her feet.
She kissed him, hugging him gratefully.
He laughed. “People are staring.”
“I don’t care,” she replied.
“You crazy, rebel hearted woman.” His eyes glinted.
“No, it’s you.” She clutched at his shoulders gratefully, adoring the way he felt under her hands, hard and strong and alive. “You make me this way. I can’t help myself when it comes to you.”
He stared down at her for a silent moment, then put one finger to her lips. “Come on, we need to get out of here. Kristaps is waiting outside with my bike.”
“Kristaps?”
He laughed at her reaction. “Yes. He’s doing me a favor so I could come by and collect you.” He winked, grabbed her hand and set off at a pace.
Collect me for what? Filled with wonder, willing to go anywhere as long as it was with him, she darted alongside him, breathless with laughter. His mood was infectious, and it was so good to see him happy, without the shadows he’d had in his eyes when they’d met at the funeral.
Outside, on the crowded forecourt, taxis and mini buses were lined up to collect and offload. Rory quickly navigated the chaos of passengers and baggage. Passing along the concourse he turned down the side of the station into a side street.
Sky caught sight of Kristaps sitting astride Rory’s Triumph with two helmets over his arm. Kristaps was looking about anxiously. A traffic warden loomed on the other side of the street.
“Just in time,” Kristaps announced, and climbed off the bike.
He handed over both helmets, one directly to Sky.
“Thanks buddy.” Rory gave him a fist bump. “I owe you.”
“No worries. Get going before this traffic warden comes over.”
Rory mounted the bike.
Sky wriggled her tight uniform skirt up a bit to enable her to climb on behind him. Kristaps stared at her, eyebrows lifted, a smile on his face.
Rory was just about to pull his helmet on when he caught sight of what she was doing. “Oh, crap. I forgot that you’d be wearing a skirt.”
“It’s my only spare, but it won’t stop me!” Grabbing the hem of her barista uniform skirt she tore a slit up from the hem, the length of her thigh. “See!”
As she pulled on her helmet she heard the guys laugh.
“She’s a crazy, sexy lady,” Kristaps said, “no wonder you love her.”
Rory had pulled on his helmet and was starting the bike, so she couldn’t see his expression. He gestured at her and she climbed on.
Kristaps waved them off.
The traffic warden shook his head as they shot by.
