Page 41 of Riding the Sugar High

“You know, this is unfair. I’m much nicer, and I took you out on a date, and?—”

“You what?”

He rolls his eyes. “Prim, I’ve been flirting with you non-stop.”

“I guess, but...” I bite my lips. “I thought...I don’t know. That you flirted with everyone.”

“I do,” he says matter-of-factly. “But I had my eye on you.”

How thoughtful.

I pat his arm lightly. “Thanks. I’m just not looking for anything after Derek.”

“Or...you’re after a particular brand.” He frames his words with his hands. “Moody-ass biker.”

“I just turned around because it was noisy,” I insist. When he gives me a who-are-you-kidding look, I glance down at my notebook. “And I thought Logan was your best friend.”

“Not today, he isn’t.” With a sigh, he shakes his head. “You know, he hasn’t had sex in...I don’t know, decades. He probably can’t remember how to.”

Nearly choking on coffee, I cough before mumbling, “With a best friend like you, he doesn’t need any enemies, does he?”

“Plus, he has some really weird kinks.”

My eyes blow wide. “He does?”

“Oh, so youareinterested.” I open my mouth to tell him that I’m not, and mine is just morbid curiosity, but he powers on, “Rough sex. Not sure sweet little Prim would be up for it. Me, instead?” He wiggles his brows. “I’d treat you like a princess.”

I roll my eyes.

“So? Are you going to tell him?”

“Kyle, I wasn’t checking Logan out. I’m not into him, and he’s definitely not into me, and—and...bikes aren’t even that hot.”

He stares at me, deadpan.

“Can we drop this now?”

“Of course,” he says as he stands, both hands raised, and before turning away, he gives me a meaningful look. “But there is an efficient, infallible way to know if he’s attracted to you. If youareinterested.”

“Well, I’m not.” I tap on the tablet, trying to focus on the content I’m making. But now I’m curious. What is Kyle talking about? Not that I’d do it, especially because I can say with almost absolute certainty that Logan isnotinterested in me.

Even if I’ll admit, his bike is hot.

“Fine. Fine. I’ll let it be.”

He returns to his pile of wood, and silence reigns for a few minutes. When I hear a door closing behind me, I do my best not to pay it any attention, especially as I feel Kyle’s gaze on me, checking.

“Hello.”

I flinch, turning to Logan, who distractedly waves before walking to Kyle. He’s changed from the black outfit he wore on the bike to his usual brown boots, jeans, and flannel shirt. I’ll get him to say “Yee-haw” at some point.

“Hey, boss.”

“Did you take care of those radishes?”

The ax swings. “Mm-hmm. All done. And Damien is done with the fertilizer too.”

“Good. The eastern fence has some damage. I’ll?—”

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