Page 23 of Waiting for Sunshine

“We’re going to Topgolf, you joining?” Taylor says, directing her question at Tucker.

“Hell yeah, I’m in. When are we going?” he asks.

“Now! Shane and Max are joining after the end of their shifts,right?” Taylor presses.

“Of course. How could we say no, when you don’t let us say anything at all.” Shane eyes her playfully.

“It’s called a strategy babe, always come prepared.” Taylor winks at her.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” Shane looks at me, almost like she’s embarrassed by Taylor’s brash invite.

“Eh, why the hell not.” I grumble, winking at Shane. She smiles, a rose color creeping over her cheeks, and turns back to her friends.

“Okay, Max and I will meet you there,” Shane says.

“Great! But, umm I need to take your car, we kind of übered here.” Taylor apologetically grins. Shane rolls her eyes and turns to me as she fishes the keys out of her apron.

“Do you mind if I catch a ride with you there?” she asks.

“Umm, Sure. But –” before I can finish, Taylor snatches the keys from Shane’s hands and jumps off her stool.

“Perfect! See you guys in an hour. Let’s go Martini Tucker.” She waves a hand over her head and Tucker laps it up like a thirsty puppy.

When we finally clock out, I am getting a little more nervous about the fact I didn’t get to warn Shane about how we would be getting to Topgolf tonight.

“You ready?” she asks, pulling her long blonde waves out of the sweatshirt she had just thrown over her head.

“Yeah, about that…” I start, as we walk towards the back door.

“Oh come on, don’t back out on me now. It’s going to be fun.” Shane pleads.

“It’s not that, I’m actually looking forward to it.” I admit.

“Well, then what is it?” she asks, looking at me in confusion. I glance over and she follows my gaze to my motorcycle.

“Is this yours?” she asks.

“Yep.”

“And this is how we’re supposed to get there?”

“Yeah.”

“And this is what you were trying to tell me before Taylor hi-jacked my keys.”

“Pretty much,” I answer.

“Lovely.” She stares at my motorcycle and then looks back up at me.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, handing her the spare helmet. She stands there, thinking about it for a moment before grabbing the helmet from me.

“Yes, actually.” She answers, making me smile. I’m not sure why hearing her say she trusts me has me feeling the way I do, but here I am. We get on the bike and I move the kickstand back.

“Hold on tight, Sunshine,” I say as I start up the bike. It lets out its beautiful growl and her arms wrap around me.

Why does this feel so damn good?

CHAPTER11

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