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She blinked a few times, almost unsure what to say, which had me grinning. “I brought my own ride. I heard Rebel mention that you caught a cab.”
She opened her mouth to deny it, then shrugged. “I thought I’d be getting a ride home.”
I want to be giving you a ride home.
“With Tempy?” I asked as I jerked my head toward the back door that I’d come in through.
She walked with me as she bit her lip, looking as if she was battling with something to say.
“Um, no.” She shrugged. “Which one is yours?”
I pushed through the door and came to my bike as I said, “This.”
Her mouth opened in a cute little O, then she said, “Ummm…I’ve never ridden on a bike with anyone except my uncles and Dad.”
The grin that split my face at that was comical. “Come on, Blue. We both know that’s not true.”
Her eyes narrowed as she said, “That was like, for five seconds from the band hall to the auditorium! It didn’t count.”
It totally counted.
I thought about it at least once a month, still to this day.
“Sure it does,” I said. “I was the first non-family member you ever rode on.”
She was already shaking her head. “That’s not what I meant!”
I knew it.
But I loved seeing her riled up.
It did something to my blood.
Made me feel like I could fight a thousand men when she focused all her attention on me.
“Come on,” I said. “It won’t be that bad.”
She sighed as she stared at it for a few seconds before saying, “My dress.”
“Your dress will cover everything vital,” I said. “And everything that won’t be covered will be blocked by my body.”
She bit her lip, and I chose to straddle the bike and hold my hand out for her to urge her on.
She took my hand, and my heart started to pound a million miles a minute.
I didn’t even get this excited when I found out I’d be playing professional ball with my best friend.
She settled herself behind me, and I didn’t miss the flash of pink lace as she threw her leg over the bike at my back.
“Where to, pretty Blue?” I asked, hoping that I wasn’t going to scare her off too badly with my words.
She gave me directions to her house as best as she could, and when I got mixed up on directions on the way, she would tap my shoulder and point at the roads I needed to take.
When we got to her house, I was a bit stunned to find us parked at a bar.
Shutting the bike off, I listened to the tick-tick of the engine as I studied the outside of the bar.
“Blue Rebel?” I asked as I read the bar’s name.
