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“I remember what it was like at her age. Always wanting to drive. The excitement, the taste of freedom.”
“That’s how I felt the first time I got on a Harley,” Savage said.
“The first time you got on a Harley you crashed,” Duke pointed out.
Savage grinned. “And a beautiful woman tended to my injuries. Good times.”
I shook my head. “As much fun as it would be to go down memory lane, I’ve got to get going.”
“There’s a party at the clubhouse this Friday,” Savage said.
“Family barbecue,” Duke corrected. “The kids’ll be there. You guys coming?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Shouldn’t I ground her from all fun things? Rules and all that?”
“You’re letting her drive,” Duke pointed out. “That’s not a punishment.”
“If she doesn’t pass her driving test then that’ll bemypunishment.” I sighed. “Not that it matters, I guess, since she won’t have a car of her own.”
I have to figure that out too.
“Well, think about it this way,” Savage said. “By not letting her go, that means you’re not going, and I’m gonna guess that by the end of the week, you’re going to need a couple of beers to relax. So you’d be punishing yourself.”
“You don’t think I can handle Waverly’s suspension week? Where’s the vote of confidence?”
Savage grinned. “It’s not so much my lack in confidence in you, but more like knowing she’s a teenager with the biological tendency to fuck something up.”
I sighed. “I’ll think about the party.”
Savage wrapped me in a bear hug and then went to his bike, leaving me with Duke. “You’ll call me if you need anything, yeah?” he said.
“Sure,” I said. “I always call you when I need help, don’t I?”
“That was before.”
“Before what?”
He tilted his head to one side and leveled me with a heated stare.
It sent goosebumps rushing up and down my neck. “You’re still Duke and I’m still me. It’s why I don’t want—”
Waverly blared the car horn.
“If I didn’t love that kid like my own sister, I’d kill her,” Duke said lightly. He embraced me quickly like he usually did.
But damn if I didn’t want to stand in his arms for just a little while longer, run my fingers along his cheek, and have his tongue in my mouth. I wanted to curl into his neck and breathe him in so the smell of him was in my head. I was drunk on Duke.
I climbed into the passenger side of the car and was immediately cold. I reached over and turned the air conditioner fan down and the temperature up.
“What are you doing? I’m hot,” Waverly complained.
“Then take off your hoodie.” I tugged on the sleeve as I said it. “I don’t recognize this, by the way…”
“Dylan’s,” she informed me. “Buckle up.”
Once I was clipped in, Waverly adjusted her mirrors and then gently reversed out of the parking spot.
How was it my fifteen-year-old sister had the boyfriend thing figured out and I was still acting like a dope?
