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I started to giggle behind him.
“I tried to give it to her, but she’s one of those equality bitches. One of those ones that goes for the snatch, not the dick, if you know what I mean,” Tide called over the sound of his engine.
I would’ve pinched him had there been somewhere I could reach.
Why couldn’t I reach it?
Because he’d caught my hands that were wrapped around him and refused to let them go.
Not until we got to his place.
“You’re such an ass,” I barked.
Tide shrugged as he got off the bike and left me to either fall forward or fall off.
I chose to fall off.
I luckily caught myself before I actually hit the ground with my face, though.
“Asshole,” I grumbled.
“Have a nice night, Coreline,” he called.
I watched him walk into his house and shut his door, and I looked up at the sky as I prayed for patience.
The man was fucking annoying.
I hated him.
CHAPTER 6
Just read an interesting fact. Bruce Lee has a vegan brother. Broco Lee.
-Text from Coreline to Tide
CORELINE
I wasn’t exactly sure how the hell I’d ended up at the same restaurant, at the same time as Tide.
But I had.
It was six in the evening the next day, and I’d just gotten off of work.
I was smelly, sweaty, and the last thing I wanted to do was cook dinner.
Which was why I was pulling into the Roadhouse parking lot on my moped.
Yes, you heard that right. Moped.
My truck was at my dad’s shop getting a new starter, and I was on my moped—something I’d bought because I thought it was cool.
Yet, I didn’t drive it all that much because it didn’t go over fifty-five miles an hour, and that wasn’t cool when you lived off of a two-lane highway that was sixty-five.
I was just pulling into the closest parking spot nearest the exit when I heard the rumble of bike pipes.
Placing my feet on the ground, I watched as the parking lot slowly started to fill with bikes.
Ten of them in total.
Shaking out my hair, I reached for the hair tie around my wrist as a bike pulled around the parking lot, then pulled into the same parking spot as me.
I didn’t have to look over to know who it was.
I’d seen the same damn bike leaving his driveway this morning on the way to work.
At least he wasn’t in his scrubs—because damn, those did it for me. Which I fucking hated.
Instead, he was wearing a black long-sleeved Henley, dark jeans that looked expertly faded, yet were probably from use rather than purchasing them that way. And a black pair of motorcycle boots.
It was the vest that he had on, declaring him a member of the Battle Crows MC, that had the rest of the parking lot staring in awe.
Though, some were definitely staring in revulsion, or fear.
If they only knew how much of a shithead Tide really was, they probably wouldn’t be scared of him.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he drawled, taking in my attire.
“I came from work,” I admitted, standing up from my moped. “What are you doing here?”
“Family dinner,” he answered. “Every single Thursday.”
“Ahh,” I murmured. “Makes sense.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
I gave him a sideways look and said, “Because you’ve been putting on the pounds lately. Your belly is getting a little soft. It makes sense that you are eating rolls every Thursday.”
There was a chuckle behind me and I turned to find Price there with his new girl, Sabrina.
I nodded at both of them before heading for the front door.
Sadly, I didn’t get to go in by myself like I’d intended.
Tide caught up and said, “I’m not getting fat.”
“Whatever you say.” I shrugged, knowing it would annoy him.
In all honesty, he wasn’t fat.
He wasn’t even close to fat.
I’d seen him this morning walking outside to go for a run. He was in running shorts that were shorter than any man’s shorts I’d ever seen—hitting him about three inches above the knees—and no shirt. Let’s just say, the man had abs.
Defined ones that were the envy of every bodybuilder everywhere.
The jerk.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tide lift up his shirt and reveal a large expanse of smooth skin. “Hey, Sabrina. Iris. Do I look fat?”
There was a short pause and then, “No. Who the hell told you that?”
Iris.
Iris was with Tide’s brother, Shine. She was a beauty, and I’d heard a lot of good things about her.
It was more than obvious that she liked Tide, too.
Which obviously showed she had poor taste.
“I thought so,” Tide said as he dropped his shirt. “And it was this one right here.”
I felt more than saw him pointing at me, because I felt about ten stares turn my way.
I inwardly cringed.
Outwardly, I walked faster toward the door.
Yet, Tide beat me to it.
The jerk.
“You go in,” I ordered. “That way, nobody tries to talk to me.”
