Page 190 of Wild Card

Between Rosie, my mom, and the girls giving me hints, we’ve almost replaced the clothing Rylee ruined.

“It’s too much.”

I grab the helmet and carefully pull it over her head, ignoring the comment. If she thinks a fucking jacket is too much, she’s really going to blow soon.

I grab my own helmet, climb on, and pull her arms around my waist.

“Talon! I’m not in the mood…”

The rest of her gripe is drowned out by the roar of the engine and picks up again as we hit the cul-de-sac.

“What do I do!?”

“Hold tight.”

She clutches me with a death grip and I ease her into the speed, weaving our way to a back street and open road.

My body reacts to the feel of her plastered against me, her hands sliding into my pockets, and thighs tightening on mine.

She relaxes, placing her chin on my shoulder and giving me all her weight.

The days are longer, but I planned this for the timing, driving us to Franklin and the perfect spot to watch the sunset.

When I pull to a stop on an old disserted field and cut the engine, she’s trembling.

She jumps off and stumbles, catching herself on my arm.

“That was AWESOME!!!”

My cock feels the same, steeling at the sight of her yanking off her helmet and shaking out her hair. Long brown tresses tumble out, her face flushed with excitement and eyes wild.

Fucking perfection.

I steady the bike, remove my helmet, and step into her space.

It’s obvious when she remembers she’s upset because her vibrant green orbs fade.

I pull a folded envelope out of my jacket and hand it to her, eager to see her reaction.

She gingerly removes the papers, scanning them over, and her shoulders visibly sag.

“It’s true. You applied for SWAT.”

“We did.”

“I mean, you mentioned this before but never said anything else. Why didn’t you tell me?” She swallows, hurt in her tone.

“Because now I have something to tell.”

She continues to stare at the application in her hands. “What are the next steps? When will you know something? “

“Application window closed yesterday, and we have already been contacted.”

“Is that normal?”

“Not unusual with our record. We’re being accelerated to interviews. It’s a formality.”

“SWAT is even more dangerous.”

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