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last night, I thought there
might be more to you than meets the eye, but I guess I was right the other
fifty times I met you.” He settled himself on the seat and lifted his helmet
from the handlebars. “Nice knowin ’ you, kid.
See you around, Morgan.”
“Wait!” Carly turned toward Annabel
and actually stomped her foot, an action not seen from her since childhood.
“Don’t let him leave without you, Anna. You told me you were tired of living
your life inside the safety of a familiar box. This is your chance to step
outside it. At least, give it a try.”
Old habits and fears kept Annabel
mired in her own front yard. Carly faced Max again. “Will you take her up and
down the street once, real slow, just so she can see what it’s like?”
“Nah.” He shook his head. “That’d
be about as much fun as kissing my sister.” He challenged Annabel with a lift
of his eyebrow. “This isn’t a moped, Morgan. When you go for a ride on a
Harley, it should be a real ride, a fast ride, with nothin ’
half-assed about it. You’ve got to feel the noise to enjoy it.”
He was taunting her. She knew he was taunting her and still the temptation shimmered before her eyes. If she
had ever wanted to ride a motorcycle, this was probably the time. Besides, how
fast could he go with Roger shadowing their every movement?
“Hey, wait a minute.” Annabel’s
suspicions about Max started to ping on her internal safety radar again. “If
this is the second date, where’s Roger?”
“Since I didn’t plan this in
advance, I wasn’t on his schedule. He’ll catch up with us as soon as he can.”
“Really.” Skepticism oozed out of
both syllables.
He shrugged a monumental shoulder.
“I figured you’d prefer it this way. Do you want the world to see your fears
and insecurities on Tess’s show if this doesn’t go well?”
“The authorities may need
documentation on where to find my body,” she muttered.
“Quit being a pain in the ass.
You’ll be fine.” He checked the time on his phone. “Make up your mind.”
Annabel took one pace, then a
second one in his direction, before stopping. What would it be like to ride the
wild beast for once instead of editing the fun through a viewfinder?
She looked at the motorcycle, so
dark and shiny. She looked at Carly, so tense and eager. She looked at Max, so
gorgeous and impatient. She looked at her life, so boring and dull. She sighed
with disgust and impatience at the lackluster image. Just this once, she wanted
desperately to go for it. What in the world was she waiting for?
“Don’t leave!” She whirled toward
the house. “I’ll go change.”
“Put on heavier pants and
shoes—boots if you’ve got ‘ em and wear a jacket.” He
barked instructions from the sidewalk. “And don’t forget the drink.”
On the porch, she turned and gave a
mock salute. “Yes, sir.”
“Hey, it’s for your own good.”
“Or for my funeral.”
His laughter floated to her as she
mounted the stairs to her bedroom. Annabel pulled her hair free of its
perennial bun. She gathered it into a low ponytail and bound it together with
an elastic band. Considering how many pants and shirts she donned and discarded
while trying to block the terror of venturing out on the first wild and
unprotected ride of her life, she changed clothes in record time. Carly bounced
in and vetoed her final choice of a yellow Polo shirt and v-neck sweater with
Annabel’s favorite black slacks.
“Biker chicks don’t dress preppy,”
Carly teased.
“I am not a biker chick.”
Although the possibility sizzled through Annabel’s imagination for one
tantalizing moment.
“Not yet anyway.” Carly ducked out
of the room and returned with trendier items from her closet. “Try these.”
After the switch, the only thing
Annabel still wore that belonged to her was her underwear. Carly’s clunky boots
covered her feet from toe to ankle. A formfitting, midriff-skimming black knit
shirt topped a pair of
might be more to you than meets the eye, but I guess I was right the other
fifty times I met you.” He settled himself on the seat and lifted his helmet
from the handlebars. “Nice knowin ’ you, kid.
See you around, Morgan.”
“Wait!” Carly turned toward Annabel
and actually stomped her foot, an action not seen from her since childhood.
“Don’t let him leave without you, Anna. You told me you were tired of living
your life inside the safety of a familiar box. This is your chance to step
outside it. At least, give it a try.”
Old habits and fears kept Annabel
mired in her own front yard. Carly faced Max again. “Will you take her up and
down the street once, real slow, just so she can see what it’s like?”
“Nah.” He shook his head. “That’d
be about as much fun as kissing my sister.” He challenged Annabel with a lift
of his eyebrow. “This isn’t a moped, Morgan. When you go for a ride on a
Harley, it should be a real ride, a fast ride, with nothin ’
half-assed about it. You’ve got to feel the noise to enjoy it.”
He was taunting her. She knew he was taunting her and still the temptation shimmered before her eyes. If she
had ever wanted to ride a motorcycle, this was probably the time. Besides, how
fast could he go with Roger shadowing their every movement?
“Hey, wait a minute.” Annabel’s
suspicions about Max started to ping on her internal safety radar again. “If
this is the second date, where’s Roger?”
“Since I didn’t plan this in
advance, I wasn’t on his schedule. He’ll catch up with us as soon as he can.”
“Really.” Skepticism oozed out of
both syllables.
He shrugged a monumental shoulder.
“I figured you’d prefer it this way. Do you want the world to see your fears
and insecurities on Tess’s show if this doesn’t go well?”
“The authorities may need
documentation on where to find my body,” she muttered.
“Quit being a pain in the ass.
You’ll be fine.” He checked the time on his phone. “Make up your mind.”
Annabel took one pace, then a
second one in his direction, before stopping. What would it be like to ride the
wild beast for once instead of editing the fun through a viewfinder?
She looked at the motorcycle, so
dark and shiny. She looked at Carly, so tense and eager. She looked at Max, so
gorgeous and impatient. She looked at her life, so boring and dull. She sighed
with disgust and impatience at the lackluster image. Just this once, she wanted
desperately to go for it. What in the world was she waiting for?
“Don’t leave!” She whirled toward
the house. “I’ll go change.”
“Put on heavier pants and
shoes—boots if you’ve got ‘ em and wear a jacket.” He
barked instructions from the sidewalk. “And don’t forget the drink.”
On the porch, she turned and gave a
mock salute. “Yes, sir.”
“Hey, it’s for your own good.”
“Or for my funeral.”
His laughter floated to her as she
mounted the stairs to her bedroom. Annabel pulled her hair free of its
perennial bun. She gathered it into a low ponytail and bound it together with
an elastic band. Considering how many pants and shirts she donned and discarded
while trying to block the terror of venturing out on the first wild and
unprotected ride of her life, she changed clothes in record time. Carly bounced
in and vetoed her final choice of a yellow Polo shirt and v-neck sweater with
Annabel’s favorite black slacks.
“Biker chicks don’t dress preppy,”
Carly teased.
“I am not a biker chick.”
Although the possibility sizzled through Annabel’s imagination for one
tantalizing moment.
“Not yet anyway.” Carly ducked out
of the room and returned with trendier items from her closet. “Try these.”
After the switch, the only thing
Annabel still wore that belonged to her was her underwear. Carly’s clunky boots
covered her feet from toe to ankle. A formfitting, midriff-skimming black knit
shirt topped a pair of
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