Page 43 of The Biker's Virgin
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE – OLIVIA
After Blaine left, Maddie closed the door and turned to see Olivia standing on the landing of the stairs.
“Why did you tell him that I wasn’t here?” Olivia had her hands on her hips and a blank expression on her face.
“I, I, I just want to protect you Liv.”
“I can think for myself Maddie,” Olivia said, and stormed down the stairs.
“Look, Liv. He’s right.”
“Why does everyone think that I need protecting?!” Olivia screamed. “You, him, dad, Steve. I’m not a delicate flower, why do you all insist on treating me with kid gloves?”
“Did you hear everything?” Maddie asked quietly.
“I did,” Olivia said through her tears.
“He loves you.”
“He loves me,” Olivia repeated softly, as if not believing herself.
Olivia turned, bounded up the stairs, and rushed to her room. Maddie followed after her. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to talk to him. It’s not up to him whether I stay safe or not. Look at what happened to me at the beach, with a ‘good boy’.” Olivia slammed her bedroom door.
Maddie was shocked, but had a wry smile on her face. Her sister was coming into her own. “Maybe he’s not so bad for her after all,” she mused, to no one in particular.
Olivia had changed out of her pyjamas and into short jean shorts and a tank top.
“Where are the keys?” Olivia asked as she stormed into the kitchen, a woman on a mission.
“Where are you going?” Maddie asked.
“I’m going to find him.”
Maddie grabbed the keys from her purse and tossed them to Olivia. Olivia shoved her feet into her Birkenstocks and ran out into the hot humid night.
