Page 12 of Heartless
Mari smiled, looking down at her shoes as she rubbed her arms faster. “That Gunner. I should have known.”
“Are you cold?” I shrugged off my cut before she could answer, then unzipped my hoodie and peeled it off my arms. “Here, wear this.” I held my sweatshirt out to her.
She stared at my arm extended out to her, and then to my face. “Are you sure?”
My throat tightened with the familiar fear of wondering if I’d done something wrong. I’d seen old ladies wear their men’s shirts and hoodies all the time. Mari wasn’tmineyet, as far as I understood. Was I being too presumptuous in offering my clothing?
But even if I was, who gave a fuck if I had a jacket and she was cold?
“I’m sure. Take it before you freeze.”
“What about you?”
My breath stuttered for a moment at the stark reminder that she cared enough about me to ask. “I’ll be fine. Cold doesn’t bother me.”
She finally accepted the sweater from me and fed her arms through the sleeves. I looked away for a moment to pull my cut back on over my T-shirt. When I glanced at her again, it was all I could do to keep from laughing.
“What’s that look for?” she demanded.
“Nothing.”
“Shadow.”
“Really, it’s nothing! I just didn’t realize it would be so big on you.”
She was swimming in the fabric. Her head floated above the hood at the top like she was treading water, and her legs stuck out of the bottom like skinny trunks on a tree. In the middle, her body was lost in the black circus tent of my hoodie. It was a comical sight, but not in the least bit unattractive. I wanted to pull her to me and warm her up better than any article of clothing could.
“Come on.” I scooted back as far as I could and patted the seat in front of me. “Do you know what you want for lunch?”
Mari approached the side of my bike and threw a leg over, settling in front of me until her ass brushed against my crotch. Fuck me. She’d be warmer in front, but maybe for my own sanity I should have told her to sit behind me.
“Can we explore the town for a place to eat?” Her head touched the center of my chest and she looked straight up to talk to me. “We haven’t seen all it has to offer yet, and I want to support the locals.”
“Sure.” I dropped a kiss to her forehead before I could overthink it.
She turned to look over her shoulder in response, lips landing softly on my mouth. I halted my gasp as I returned her kiss, my body still reacting with shock to her affection. It lessened every time though, giving way to that warm, melted feeling that took over whenever she touched me.
The kiss ended slowly, her soft mouth dragging over my beard as she resumed facing forward. Freyja had jumped into her lap and was now cocooning inside my hoodie. “Anything you in the mood for?” she asked, her voice slightly breathy.
You. Always you.
“I dunno.” I returned my grip to the handlebars, caging her between my arms. “Just not soup.”
“Aww.” She leaned her head back on my chest and looked up at me again. “Are you associating soup with being sick now?”
“Probably.” I turned us out of the hospital lot and headed down the main road leading through the center of town. “It just doesn’t sound appealing.”
“No soup, then,” she agreed, planting her hands on my fuel tank. “But something hot and hearty would be good in this weather.”
The ride was slow, with no particular destination in mind as we checked out the bustling center of Four Corners. It had stopped snowing already and road crews were already raking the slushy snow-and-mud mix off the sidewalks.
“Oh, shepherd’s pie!” Mari pointed at a sandwich board outside of a squat brick building. “How does that sound?”
“What is that? I’ve never had it,” I admitted.
“Oh, it’s amazing!” She was already wriggling in my seat, eager to get off.Ugh, don’t think about getting off.“It’s a savory pie with a meat filling and mashed potatoes on top. It’ssogood, Shadow. You’ll love it.”
“Sounds good. I’ll try it.”
