Page 35 of The Biker and the Baker
It’s huge. Black and silver design. An awning arches out from the side over two lawn chairs, an outdoor table set, and a picnic bench, all on a spread of sea gravel.
Loud chirps from crickets blend with the low trill of some hidden nocturnal bird. Most would find that annoying, but I love all the sounds of life. Between the running water of the fishpond behind me and the chorus of nocturnal creatures, this is like the ultimate white noise for deep meditation.
Appreciative, I lower into one of the lawn chairs, lean back, and gaze up at the starry sky with a contented sigh.
I’m not there long before I feel him approaching. Somehow, I knew that when his eyes could no longer follow me, his feet would.
Breathing out a sigh, I close my eyes and murmur, “Leave me alone.”
“Impossible.”
“Well, at least go find your own Zen spot. This one is mine.”
“Actually…” He sounds close.Too close. Almost as if he’s right above me. "It’s mine.”
At that, my eyes snap open, and sure enough, he’s curved over the lawn chair I’m in, staring down at me.
“What?” I ask.
He tips his head to the RV. “That’s my house.”
“Really?”
He reaches down and pinches my nose. “Yep.”
Huh.Of course,he lives in an RV. I should have guessed.
"How many rooms are there?” I ask. “I mean, it’s kinda huge. From the outside at least."
A wicked smile pulls at the corners of his lips before he leaves my line of sight, prompting me to lift my head and follow him. He walks over to the RV, unlocks the door, and holds it open. "Come see for yourself."
I eye him, the open door, then him again. "Um, I’m good. You can just tell me."
"When did you become such a coward?" He taunts. "What happened to the big, bad, mouthy Pia?"
Cheap tricks. He’s playing dirty.
But, he has a point. WhatamI afraid of? His big biker dick? Dicks don’t scare me. Dicks are scaredofme.
It’shimthat terrifies me. Something about him makes me different...cautious. It was easier when I thought he hated me. But knowing helikesme now? I don't know. It’s weird. He's supposed to hate me, I'm supposed to hate him, and we're supposed to be nemeses forever.
Notthis.
Taking the bait, I get up from the lawn chair and walk up the steps to the open door, locking eyes with him. "I’m not afraid of you."
He just grins at me, the bastard, like he knows I’m lying my ass off, as he ushers me inside.
An interesting combination of cinnamon and new leather hits me first. And then I’m blown away.
I’ve been in a handful of RVs, but nothing that looked like this one. Sumptuously masculine with plush leather seats, polished wood, high-end appliances, and rows of elegant round ceiling lights. Everything is lush, and shiny in a matte-black and cream decor. I explore, touching, and gawking at everything, at all the space. There’s even an entertainment section with a big flat screen, a built-in U-shaped leather sofa, and a faux fireplace. I want to crawl onto that sofa with a blanket, turn on the fireplace, and watch sexy music videos on that flat screen.
"Nice dig," I compliment once I’m done touring.
"Yeah. Sold my house and bought it over a year ago. It was only a recently that Ley strong-armed me into anchoring on her land." Then under his breath, "Worried ‘bout me and all that."
That bit makes me turn to look at him. "Why was she worried?"
"The master bedroom’s down there," he says, dodging the question. "Wanna take a look?"
