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Jordan: I highly doubt that.
Me: I’d be safe with you.
Jordan: K. I’m staying at my parents’. Here’s the address.
She sends me a pin with her location. I’ve got my spare helmet with me, and it won’t take too longto get there.
Me: Be there in 20. Wear something warm. Gloves if you have them.
Jordan: I’ll wait outside. If I’m not there, go to the cemetery at the end of the road.
The corner of my mouth curls up. Finally, something more interesting than sitting here. I’ve been wanting to get in a couple rides before it gets too, cold anyway, and there’s only a handful of nice evenings left. The cemetery thing is a little weird, though.
“I think I’m gonna head out,” I tell Erica.
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t know where you’re going. I’m meeting a friend.”
She furrows her eyebrows and serves me a fuck-you glance.
“See ya at practice tomorrow, boys.”
We tap knuckles, and they give me a small wave, returning to their conversation about some of the new hockey gear the org wants us to switch to. I wasn’t paying close attention. When I get out to my bike, I chuckle at the second helmet strapped to the side. I figured somebody like Erica would wear it on the way back to my house to get my dick sucked. Instead, I’m taking my best friend’s girl out for a platonic early evening ride. Although, we’re no longer best friends—and she’s not his girl anymore.
Exactly twenty minutes later, I turn onto the road that leads to the huge Landry estate. The Landrys—and a few others—are considered the ultra-wealthy in this area. Someday, my sisters, stepbrother, and I will inherit the Teller fortune, but for now, my wealth comes from the NHL. All the money I have, I’ve earned. My house is nice, but the Landrys’ house is more similar to my parents’. Fucking massive.
Jordan and I grew up surrounded bypeople who use the word summer as a verb and shop on James Edition instead of Amazon. But where my family’s wealth stops at material things, her family’s doesn’t. They buy power, influence, and time—yes, time. The world waits for them, not the other way around.
Her parents have a net worth of over a billion, yet she’s sitting on her ass on the dirty curb, waiting for me at the end of the long private drive. She stands as I pull up, wearing only a sweatshirt and leggings, but at least she’s wearing a pair of gloves.
“You gonna be warm enough in a hoodie?” I ask, syncing up the intercoms on the spare helmet.
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Yeah.”
I adjust the straps and hand it to her. She shoves it over her head and works the clip under her chin, making sure it’s tight. She looks kinda cute. I test the intercom function.
“Can you hear me?”
“Ha! Is this like a walkie talkie?”
“Bluetooth, grandma. Ready to get on?”
“Yeah, how do I do it?”
I cock my head to the side.The fuck?
“Doesn’t your dad have a bunch of motorcycles?”
“Yeah, he collects them. He doesn’t ride them.”
Typical.
“So, you’ve never been on a bike before?”
Her head shakes back and forth. Thankfully, she can’t see my big-ass smile through the reflective visor on my helmet.This will be fun.I relax my jaw before flipping up our visors.
“Do you trust me?”
