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Me:No. I’m not.

Ryker:Too late. You are. I already changed your name in my phone.

Me:What? That doesn’t mean I am! Shouldn’t my nickname in your phone be little flame?

Ryker:No, brat. But mine in yours should be loml.

Me:Loml?

I furrow my brows as I stare at my phone. I have no idea what that means.

“What is that face for?” I glance up to find Noah and Colton staring at me.

“Oh, uh…”

Ryker:Yep. My nickname in your phone.

I clear my throat and decide I will figure out what that is later. “It’s nothing.” I point at the bike. “I’m ready,” I say with a grin as I slide the phone into the pocket of my jeans.

Colton grins. “Okay. Hop on.”

“What are we doing?” Noah asks.

“Youare going away,” Colton snaps at him.

Noah just grins and says, “Nope. I think I’ll stay and watch now.”

Colton glares at him, but then looks at me as I walk towards the bike and swing my leg over it. “How does it feel?” he asks.

“Weird. It feels way too big,” I admit, trying to adjust, but my feet barely touch the ground.

They both laugh, and Noah says, “That is because it’s for Sugar’s large ass, not your tiny one, Princess.”

“Would you fuck off with the nickname?” I mutter, shooting him a glower.

His cocky smile grows. “I could.”

“But he won’t,” Colton grumbles. “Just ignore him, darlin’.”

Chapter Fifteen

Harley

Wespendawhilegoing over basics, and Colton finally lets me start the bike and get used to sitting on one. Noah makes comments throughout, but we mostly ignore him, which only seems to make Colton laugh harder. He is very odd, but in a good way. He seems like he could lighten up any scenario.

I really love the way the motorcycle feels, and all I want to do is take off and ride, but I am trying to be patient and trust Colton to teach me.

I’ve been sitting on the bike while he ran into the garage to check something. When Colton comes back out, he says, “I will talk to Rage about a bike for you. Axe, one of my brothers, owns a bike shop in town and could probably fix up one of the spares we have around here for you to learn on.”

“Really?” I beam at him. My own fucking bike. I never imagined I’d ever have something like that, yet here we are.

He grins down at me as I still sit on the bike with him coming up to my right side and holding a handlebar. “Anything, girly. Anything.”

I stare at his eyes, the same eyes my mom had, and feel my walls that I try to keep up fade a little with him. He has spent his entire morning out here with me, showing me things and just talking with me for no other reason than wanting to. He didn’t get anything out of this. He just did it for me.

His calm nature as he explains things reminds me of Mom. When she would teach me something new, like learning a new song on the piano, she was always so calm and patient. Walking me through things step by step with a smile on her face.

Colton is the same way. Maybe it’s because it had to do with what they were passionate about, but I enjoy seeing the similarities between them.

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