Page 9 of The Biker's Second Chance
She looks at me like I’m stupid. “Working.”
“Bruno said you can have the afternoon off.”
She folds her arms across her chest and eyes me warily. “Did he now?”
“Yeah, said he wants you to go on a ride with me. Thinks you need some fresh air.”
I’m bullshitting, and she knows it. But she tilts her head back and laughs.
“You’re such a liar, Sean.”
I laugh with her, because it feels so fucking good.
“Let’s get away from this place, Gina. For a few hours, just you and me, somewhere where we can talk.”
“We’ve got nothing to talk about, Sean. It’s in the past.”
“I want to explain. Clear the air about what happened.”
She hesitates, and I can tell I’m getting through to her. Her good nature is winning out over her misgivings about me.
“Give me a couple of hours, and then I’ll never bother you again if that’s what you want.”
She stands up with a sigh.”
“All right, Sean. You’ve got an hour.”
I try not to grin like a maniac. I’ve got an hour to convince Gina not to hate me.
My Fat Boy’s parked out front. It was the first thing I bought when I got back to the States. Gina smiles when she sees it.
“Still like Harleys.”
“Always.”
I hand her a helmet, and she slides on behind me.
“You better put your arms around me, love.”
“I’ll hold on to the seat.”
She always was a stubborn one. But at least she’s on the back of my bike, where she belongs.
We pull out of the club complex and onto the ocean road.
With the salt wind whipping at my face and Gina’s warm body pressed behind me, I feel happy for the first time in seven years.
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GINA
Wind whips at my hair, sending it trailing behind me under the helmet.
As we turn the corners of the coastal highway, it's hard not to bump up against Sean. I allow myself, just for a moment, to rest against his back, to breathe in his scent of leather and the ocean. To remember what it was like to be young and carefree on the back of his bike, with our whole future ahead of us, feeling like the world was ours for the taking and nothing could ever separate us.
How naive we were.
We drive along the coastal highway to Temptation Bay. There’s a little café, and I stop to say hi to Mira, admiring her round belly and the little boy clinging to her skirt.
