Page 25 of The Biker's Virgin
“Sorry, kiddo. I hate for you to see me like this. Seems like there’s going to be a biker festival here this fall,” Steve said with tears in his eyes.
“Why here?” she queried.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” he said, wiping the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand.
“And, what did I walk in on here? You need to stay far, far away from that man,” Steve said, as if suddenly recalling the tender moment he had interrupted.
“It was nothing,” Olivia murmured.
“Well, make sure it stays that way.” Steve said harshly. “I’m cancelling practice, you need to go home now, ok?”
“Sure Steve.” Olivia stood up and walked to her bike.
“Hey, Liv. I’m sorry for being like this. You know you’re always welcome here. You’re like the daughter I never had.” He let out a huge exhale and sat dejectedly on the floor.
“It’s o.k. Steve. I’ll come back tomorrow and we can play some Doors. Get that frustration out of you.”
Steve looked up at Liv and smiled. “Thanks, Jimi. See you tomorrow.”
Olivia biked through the field and onto the road. She felt a mixture of confusion, fear, and exhilaration. The moment with Blaine, seated on the milking stools, had been the best moment of her life so far. She smiled as the felt the awakening of her body.
