“The Stepney Apartments. Building A.” She threaded her arms around him. “Ready?”
He’d seen the Stepney and wasn’t a fan. He didn’t see much security and knew about the drug activity on the premises. He wouldn’t be bringing his bike there for long. He rode to the complex and pulled in front of her building. “I believe this is yours.”
“It is.” She left the bike, then took the helmet off. “I’d invite you in, but you’ll get your bike stolen. It’s not the best neighborhood.”
He’d rescue her from this. He had to. “I’ll just make sure you get into the building, then.”
“I appreciate it.” She hesitated. “Mind if I stop in on my way to work tomorrow?”
“At the shop?”
She nodded.
“I hope you do.” He grasped her hand. “I had a good time.”
“Me, too.”
“I will see you tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
He kissed her. “Have a wonderful night.”
“Dreaming of you? Tonight?”
“I’ll be replaying it in my mind.”
She shrugged out of the coat and smiled. “Then I will.” She lingered another moment. “See you tomorrow.”
He kissed her, then let go.” Until tomorrow.”
She left him under the awning and headed into the building. She waved from the other side of the glass in the foyer, then left.
He waited until she was out-of-sight before driving off. He didn’t like her living at the Stepney, but he couldn’t condemn her for having a place. His house wasn’t huge, but he kept it clean and maintained.
He rode home and parked his bike in the garage. He hadn’t been looking to start over with anyone, but Karey gave him hope.
She could truly be the one. She was his opposite in many ways, but he didn’t care. He enjoyed her company. He wanted more of her time, too. Lots more.
The sweet, bookish woman entranced him.
Tomorrow, he’d see her, and he’d get to know her more because she’d become his new drug. He’d already become addicted to her.
Hell, yes.
Chapter Three
Karey went to bed, but her thoughts never shifted far from Jimmy. He’d been so sweet to her. He was the first man to offer his coat. The first one to ask her on a date where she didn’t have to pay.
She’d never been on a motorcycle or worn a helmet except on a regular bicycle. Changing up her life enlivened her..
She loved how he held her, too. In his arms, she felt cherished.
She fell asleep and dreamed about the date. When she woke in the morning, her phone buzzed.
She checked the device and shielded her eyes from the harsh glare. A text from Sarah.
Heard you went on a date. Spell guy?