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around.
    “I tried to show
the colors of the river near my school with these.” There were blue stones
mounted on hammered silver bands.
    “They’re so
unique. Substantial,” Violet said, and Ryder looked at me and nodded his head.
It looked like some sort of I told you so gesture. Who were these people?
    “Thank you. You
really like them?” I was trying to hold back the urge to hug Violet. I was so
grateful for her enthusiastic reaction.
    “Of course. And
you four-pointed that art school didn’t you?” Again she’d read me.
    “Yes.”
    “Alright Mother,
talk turkey, enough of your tricks. She’s going to get scared that you’re
boiling a stew with the eye of newt in the back.”
    “Turkey? Fine.
Here’s my offer Jules, I’ll give you one-thousand dollars for, what do we have
here, one dozen pieces.”
    “Uh, you want all
of it?”
    “Yep, you’re
selling each piece to me for slightly under one-hundred bucks. I’m going to
triple that. And I foresee it happening before tomorrow night.”
    “What?”
    “Yep. They’re
going in the display out front. You’ll see.”
    “It’s a deal.”
Part of me was scared to part with my precious project, but then that was the
point. If I wanted to support myself without Daddy, it meant producing and
selling. Not holding on to each piece like it was my baby. Even though when I
created the jewelry that’s exactly the connection I felt.
    “So, what do we
call this jewelry of yours?” Violet asked me.
    “I don’t know what
you mean?”
    “Well, Mom maybe a
psychic, aura-reading, Fruit Loop, but she’s also got an MBA in marketing,”
Ryder explained.
    “You people are
really hard to peg?” I said, and it was the truth. I had stumbled into a biker
hero and a psychic business woman in my flight away from Daddy and David
Wexler.
    “We get that a lot,”
Ryder said, and he put an arm around his mother. Their easy banter and clear
affection opened something in my heart for Ryder that went beyond the hot
moments we’d shared just a few hours ago. The way he was with her was more
dangerous than that smile. He loved and respected Violet. This woman who raised
him. And in my entire life, I’d never seen a biker do anything like it.
    Ryder had helped
me turn my passion into a little profit. And he’d also shown me a family in a
way that had me speechless.
    “So, what do you
think, name-wise?” Violet asked again.
    “How about Julery?
Add r and y to my name?”
    “That’s perfect!”
Violet grabbed me into a tight hug. Just as sure as I’d made a huge turn in my
life when I left my Daddy and the Devil’s Hawks it felt like another step was
happening right now. I hoped like hell the pieces would sell. If they didn’t, I
hadn’t the first idea on how to support myself. On how to live without the ties
I’d cut to my Dad.
    Ryder and his
mother talked a bit more. I tried to process all that had happened and the two
made arrangements on how to connect the next day on his way out of town.
    The next day. I
couldn’t think about it. I had to keep making one step at a time, or I’d be
crushed under the weight of the grown-up decisions I kept making at every turn.
Ryder helped me onto his bike, and we rode back to the campsite. It was sunset.
Our bellies were full from dinner, and my mind was racing with the hope that
Violet bought my jewelry and thought she could sell it.
    There was a chill
in the evening air. Somehow retreating into my mind and the events of the last
two days had pulled me away from Ryder, from the pure pleasure it was to be
near him. But he didn’t push me. He busied himself making a fire.
    It was watching
him work that brought me out of my head. He was beautiful. He’d exchanged the
jeans and leather he’d worn in town for his camp uniform of sexy tight t-shirt
and board shorts. He really was a hybrid biker beach bum.
    As he worked on
the fire, did something or other in the tent, and generally let me be I
realized I didn’t want him to