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Chapter Five
Would he be able to hear me if I yelled really loud in the vicinity of his ear?
She should’ve used the bathroom before she had escaped out the window, but who knew she was going to immediately get whisked away on the back of a motorcycle? Well, okay, in the abstract of what she had envisioned, then yes, she should’ve known a bike ride would be inevitable. She just hadn’t anticipated what the engine vibrations would do to her bladder.
“I have to pee!” she yelled.
The slight turn of his head let her know he heardsomething. He tapped her thigh before throttling down on the accelerator to speed past the other bike. Once he passed, he did some type of arm movement and before she could recite the Pledge of Allegiance, they were exiting the freeway and pulling into a diner parking lot.
The sudden silence of the bike left her eardrums shaking. It took three tries before she was able to swing her leg over to dismount, and she immediately fell on her butt as the muscles protested.
Lincoln took off his helmet and grinned down at her. “You okay there?”
“Oh, yeah, sure. Ithought I’d take up geology and study the gravel.”
“Mm-hm,” he said and swung his own leg over. He seemed to have no problem standing.
“Show off,” she muttered.
He chuckled and then helped her up. As he held onto her, Vivi was relieved she wouldn’t face-plant again. She wouldn’t look good with a scraped-up cheek.
The other biker held open the door for them. She really had to learn his name. A server came up and escorted them to a table, handing out menus. She promised coffee and briskly walked away.
“I want a waffle,” Vivi said. “No, pancakes. No, waffle. Can I have both?”
“I don’t think you should have sugar,” Lincoln said. Vivi pouted. “Eat some eggs.”
“I don’t like eggs,” she replied. “They’re so … so … eggy.”
“Imagine that,” biker number two quipped.
The waitress came over and took their order, and before Lincoln could jump in, she ordered her waffle and pancake stack.
“So, what’s your name?” she asked the-other-biker-who-wasn’t-Lincoln.
“I’m Thorn. Nice to meet you.”
He held out his hand and she shook it.
“Why are you called that? Oh! Wait, is it your last name?”
“No,” Thorn said.
“Drat. That was the answer last time.” She glanced at the black wedding band around his ring finger. “Hm. You’ve got a rose with thorns stitched on your cut. Is your wife’s name Rose and you’re her Thorn?”
He shook his head no. “Her name is Chase.”
“Oh. Well, I really liked that explanation. Very romantic.” She snapped her fingers. “I know, we’ll file that one under maybe. It all depends if I like the real reason or not. Let’s see. Are you a man-whore?”
Lincoln had just taken a sip of coffee and choked, spitting liquid everywhere.
“What the—” Thorn asked, blinking like she was some sort of odd creature. He held up his left hand where a gold band rested on his ring finger. “Married. Remember?”
She shrugged. “You could be a reformed man-whore.”
He blinked, then looked between her and Lincoln and back again. “I’m really confused.”
Vivi sagely nodded her head. “I get that a lot. But back to the man-whore thing, I only mentioned it because there’s this lizard called the thorny devil, so I was wondering if that fit your personality. Or, I guess your old personality.”
