Page 57 of The Biker's Virgin
“I wasn’t thinking,” She said quietly.
“I need to explain to you exactly what you saw at the clubhouse.”
“Maddie told me what happened.”
“Nothing happened. Nothing will ever happen. I want you and only you. If you’ll have me.”
Olivia was silent, she didn’t know what to say.
“Liv,” Blaine prompted after the silence became too much.
“You can give me that apology in person tomorrow at the AGM.” she said boldly.
“You’re coming?” he asked, surprised.
“We’re playing it.”
“Well, isn’t that something,” Blaine said. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yep. See you tomorrow,” Olivia tried to sound nonchalant. Then quickly said, “Thank you.”
“Anything for you sweetheart,” Blaine said. “I can’t wait to see you onstage.”
Olivia clicked the phone off. What had she done? Not only was she out of her element with her instrument, location, style of music, and audience, now she had to perform for the only man who had ever given her butterflies. How was she going to get through this?
