Page 95 of In Death, Love Survives
My heart beats wildly.
Wolfe.
With one hand on my forehead to block the sun, I look up and see the man of my dreams. With one hand extended out to me and the widest smile I’ve ever seen, Wolfe waits patiently for me to take it.
I beam as I do.
Wolfe helps me stand up, and I let go of my bag.
“I didn’t think you were coming,” he admits.
“It took every ounce of courage I have in me,” I confess.
He bends down and picks up my bag, never letting go of my hand.
“I meant every word, angel.”
“Then take me with you.”
“To the dark side?”
“To the dark side.” I let a smile take over.
“Well, alright now.”
Wolfe leads me into the parking lot, and I notice he keeps glancing over at me before facing forward again.
“I promise I’m here,” I tease.
He squeezes my hand and gives me another breathtaking smile.
“Here we are,” he says as he nods in the direction of a motorcycle.
“I have to tell you something.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ve never ridden on one before.”
“You’re telling me I get to take your cherry?”
I laugh as I playfully swat the arm I’m clinging to.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“I can’t fucking wait.”
Wolfe opens a compartment and tosses my bag in. Taking the helmet off it, he hands it over.
“I’ll get you your own helmet, but for today, this will have to do,” he says as he starts to put a shiny black helmet on me.
As he tightens the strap, he backs up to look at his handiwork.
“Perfect.” He grins like I’m not real, and I must be looking at him the same way.
Wolfe mounts the bike, and I get on the back.
“Wrap your arms around my waist,” he says.
