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Authors: Tess Oliver
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jamming with Nate in London. Small world. Just watch that you don’t get hooked too fast. You know how you get?”
My jaw tensed. It was rare for Cole to say stuff that pissed me off. That was usually Rodeo’s job.
Cole had sensed that I was pissed, the second after he said it. “Didn’t mean anything by it, bro.”
“Just because I don’t sleep with every girl who winks her lashes at me. Fuck, King, sometimes you say the stupidest damn shit.”
“Come on, I just meant—you don’t find that many people to like, so when you do, you tend to give your heart up pretty fast.”
I stared at him, thinking this was the first time I’d ever felt like taking a swing at the guy. “This coming from the heartsick sap who checks his fucking phone every second to see if his girlfriend has texted.”
He put up his hands. “You’re right.” I thought he was finished, but apparently he had more to get off his chest. “But think about it—what’s she doing out here in California? If she’s a professional musician, it seems like she would be required to travel a lot. Trust me, no one knows that better than me. Just don’t want you to end up on the short side of the string.”
“Yeah, you can stop your lecture, Mom . I’m just having a good time, and so is she. So, don’t worry your pretty little head about me and keep watch over your own balls.”
Cole raised up a hand. “You’re right. I’ll keep my mouth shut about it from now on. See you out at the ramp.”
I headed to the garage feeling just a little less like riding. As pissed as Cole’s comments had made me, he’d also brought up a good point. How long would someone like Jami be hanging around the coast, living in a rundown beach house? I was going to have to take a step back and not lose my head over her. A worldly woman like Jami Holliday was, no doubt, going to bore quickly of someone like me.
Chapter 12
Jami
Kensington had joined me at the chairs. She was an exceptionally pretty girl with polite manners and a great personality. She seemed perfect for Cole, and he rarely took his eyes off of her. It was sweet, and I envied them for having each other.
Denver had come out of the garage wearing intimidating-looking motorcycle boots and gloves. A shiny white helmet wrapped with goggles was tucked under his arm. He looked a little less happy or maybe he was just concentrating on his ride.
Rodeo was on the back wall watching the action. Kensington and I sipped beers and watched Denver kick-start his motorcycle. I was surprised at how loud it was, especially when he twisted the grip on his handlebars to warm it up.
“Don’t know why I was expecting it to sound smoother and less fast.” I talked loudly over the motor. “I guess it takes a lot of power to get that bike to launch off the ramp.”
Kensington’s eyes rounded. “Is this the first time you’ve seen him ride?”
“Yes, I’m not sure what to expect.”
She placed her hand over mine. “Try not to freak out too much. Denver is an excellent rider. He really flies through the air. Makes it look as if the bike is made of Styrofoam and filled with helium. He’s fun to watch, but it all comes with a slice of terror.” Kensington took another sip of beer and made a face. “I confess I’m more of a wine drinker.”
“Rodeo mentioned that your father owned the grapevines on the other side of the ravine. That must have been cool growing up on a vineyard.”
“It was. My parents love the place. I don’t think they’ll ever leave.”
I released a long breath. “A permanent home—that would be lovely. I’ve always had to travel so much, I’ve never felt like I had a permanent home. And permanent friends were even harder to come by.”
Denver rode off toward the opposite end of the property.
“Sayler and I adore Denver. He is such a sweetheart and he’s so smart. He’s such a contradiction because he’s so calm and cerebral. Then he hauls off on that bike and pitches himself
My jaw tensed. It was rare for Cole to say stuff that pissed me off. That was usually Rodeo’s job.
Cole had sensed that I was pissed, the second after he said it. “Didn’t mean anything by it, bro.”
“Just because I don’t sleep with every girl who winks her lashes at me. Fuck, King, sometimes you say the stupidest damn shit.”
“Come on, I just meant—you don’t find that many people to like, so when you do, you tend to give your heart up pretty fast.”
I stared at him, thinking this was the first time I’d ever felt like taking a swing at the guy. “This coming from the heartsick sap who checks his fucking phone every second to see if his girlfriend has texted.”
He put up his hands. “You’re right.” I thought he was finished, but apparently he had more to get off his chest. “But think about it—what’s she doing out here in California? If she’s a professional musician, it seems like she would be required to travel a lot. Trust me, no one knows that better than me. Just don’t want you to end up on the short side of the string.”
“Yeah, you can stop your lecture, Mom . I’m just having a good time, and so is she. So, don’t worry your pretty little head about me and keep watch over your own balls.”
Cole raised up a hand. “You’re right. I’ll keep my mouth shut about it from now on. See you out at the ramp.”
I headed to the garage feeling just a little less like riding. As pissed as Cole’s comments had made me, he’d also brought up a good point. How long would someone like Jami be hanging around the coast, living in a rundown beach house? I was going to have to take a step back and not lose my head over her. A worldly woman like Jami Holliday was, no doubt, going to bore quickly of someone like me.
Chapter 12
Jami
Kensington had joined me at the chairs. She was an exceptionally pretty girl with polite manners and a great personality. She seemed perfect for Cole, and he rarely took his eyes off of her. It was sweet, and I envied them for having each other.
Denver had come out of the garage wearing intimidating-looking motorcycle boots and gloves. A shiny white helmet wrapped with goggles was tucked under his arm. He looked a little less happy or maybe he was just concentrating on his ride.
Rodeo was on the back wall watching the action. Kensington and I sipped beers and watched Denver kick-start his motorcycle. I was surprised at how loud it was, especially when he twisted the grip on his handlebars to warm it up.
“Don’t know why I was expecting it to sound smoother and less fast.” I talked loudly over the motor. “I guess it takes a lot of power to get that bike to launch off the ramp.”
Kensington’s eyes rounded. “Is this the first time you’ve seen him ride?”
“Yes, I’m not sure what to expect.”
She placed her hand over mine. “Try not to freak out too much. Denver is an excellent rider. He really flies through the air. Makes it look as if the bike is made of Styrofoam and filled with helium. He’s fun to watch, but it all comes with a slice of terror.” Kensington took another sip of beer and made a face. “I confess I’m more of a wine drinker.”
“Rodeo mentioned that your father owned the grapevines on the other side of the ravine. That must have been cool growing up on a vineyard.”
“It was. My parents love the place. I don’t think they’ll ever leave.”
I released a long breath. “A permanent home—that would be lovely. I’ve always had to travel so much, I’ve never felt like I had a permanent home. And permanent friends were even harder to come by.”
Denver rode off toward the opposite end of the property.
“Sayler and I adore Denver. He is such a sweetheart and he’s so smart. He’s such a contradiction because he’s so calm and cerebral. Then he hauls off on that bike and pitches himself
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