about Maudrina and concentrate on enjoying my breakfast with Guy.
*
At nine o’clock on the dot, I heard the rumble of a motorcycle on the street outside and knew that he had arrived. The flip-flops that my stomach had been doing turned into Olympic-style backflips. I was so incredibly nervous, my hands were perspiring. It had been eight weeks since I’d last seen Guy, eight weeks since I had insisted we take a time-out.
Is it possible to pick up where we left off?
I wondered if Guy truly forgave me for nearly costing him his existence.
When I arrived at the curb, Guy was standing alongside his bike, a charming smile on his gorgeous face. He was wearing his typical uniform: a white tee and jeans. How one person could look so good dressed so simply was beyond me.
“Hello,” he called as I stepped onto the walkway.
“Hey,” I responded, the backflips in my stomach becoming cartwheels.
He had a shiny new helmet under each arm. “Your chariot awaits.” He made a grand flourish, sweeping his arm toward me and continuing across the bike. In the daylight, I could see it was a black Honda.
“What happened to the Mustang?”
A look came across his face. “Don’t you like my bike?”
While I’m no fan of speed, I did enjoy riding on the motorcycle, snuggled up close against him. “I just thought since Harrison was gone, you’d get your car back.”
“I want to try this for a while—unless you’re scared?”
The playful taunt elicited the response he was looking for. “I’m not afraid.”
“Good.”
As I arrived at the bike, I noticed a spiky bracelet on his right wrist. A gentle despair gripped my heart as I recalled the matching friendship bracelet that had once graced his wrist. My jealousy was the reason we both had stopped wearing the bracelets. Mine was once again on my wrist; his had been replaced with a spiked biker bracelet.
“That’s new,” I said pointing to the bracelet. I tried to keep my voice neutral.
“Came with the bike,” he replied with his teasing grin.
“Ah, I’m sure that’s what clinched the deal.”
“This and the leather vest. I’m saving that for when I need to get formal.”
He laughed, and I joined him. I was determined not to let a friendship bracelet ruin my elation over his return. I spotted a blue cooler strapped to the rear fender of the bike with a blanket underneath and focused my attention on them. “What’s that?”
“I see you’ve spotted our sumptuous breakfast. Let’s see, fresh fruit, some brie that’s to die for, a grilled Portobello mushroom Panini and a few additional surprises—everything a growing girl needs.” His smile became even more charming, and I could sense my despair passing like a tiny cloud that had momentarily blotted out the sun. All was right with the world.
“Sounds yummy,” I replied, breaking into an easy grin. “But I kinda thought we were going to a restaurant.”
“What? And share you with all those strangers?” He shook his head vigorously. “No way. I’ve been gone a long time and can’t stand the thought of sharing you with anyone else—at least not today. Today you are all mine.” He held the helmet out to me.
“Where are we going?”
“Someplace where I can have you all to myself,” he replied mysteriously.
I took the helmet and kissed him lightly on the cheek. The brunch sounded fabulous, and the idea of having Guy all to myself turned the Olympic-style somersaults in my stomach to handstands. I’d never be able to keep food down under these conditions.
He helped me into the helmet. “Not too fast,” I reminded.
“I remember.”
I climbed onto the bike behind him, wrapped my arms around his midsection. He smelled fresh, with the faint fragrance of cinnamon about him. The bike pulled away from the curb at a reasonable speed.
The motorcycle maneuvered through the Saturday morning traffic. As we drove, I got the feeling that it was possible for us to pick up where we’d left
*
At nine o’clock on the dot, I heard the rumble of a motorcycle on the street outside and knew that he had arrived. The flip-flops that my stomach had been doing turned into Olympic-style backflips. I was so incredibly nervous, my hands were perspiring. It had been eight weeks since I’d last seen Guy, eight weeks since I had insisted we take a time-out.
Is it possible to pick up where we left off?
I wondered if Guy truly forgave me for nearly costing him his existence.
When I arrived at the curb, Guy was standing alongside his bike, a charming smile on his gorgeous face. He was wearing his typical uniform: a white tee and jeans. How one person could look so good dressed so simply was beyond me.
“Hello,” he called as I stepped onto the walkway.
“Hey,” I responded, the backflips in my stomach becoming cartwheels.
He had a shiny new helmet under each arm. “Your chariot awaits.” He made a grand flourish, sweeping his arm toward me and continuing across the bike. In the daylight, I could see it was a black Honda.
“What happened to the Mustang?”
A look came across his face. “Don’t you like my bike?”
While I’m no fan of speed, I did enjoy riding on the motorcycle, snuggled up close against him. “I just thought since Harrison was gone, you’d get your car back.”
“I want to try this for a while—unless you’re scared?”
The playful taunt elicited the response he was looking for. “I’m not afraid.”
“Good.”
As I arrived at the bike, I noticed a spiky bracelet on his right wrist. A gentle despair gripped my heart as I recalled the matching friendship bracelet that had once graced his wrist. My jealousy was the reason we both had stopped wearing the bracelets. Mine was once again on my wrist; his had been replaced with a spiked biker bracelet.
“That’s new,” I said pointing to the bracelet. I tried to keep my voice neutral.
“Came with the bike,” he replied with his teasing grin.
“Ah, I’m sure that’s what clinched the deal.”
“This and the leather vest. I’m saving that for when I need to get formal.”
He laughed, and I joined him. I was determined not to let a friendship bracelet ruin my elation over his return. I spotted a blue cooler strapped to the rear fender of the bike with a blanket underneath and focused my attention on them. “What’s that?”
“I see you’ve spotted our sumptuous breakfast. Let’s see, fresh fruit, some brie that’s to die for, a grilled Portobello mushroom Panini and a few additional surprises—everything a growing girl needs.” His smile became even more charming, and I could sense my despair passing like a tiny cloud that had momentarily blotted out the sun. All was right with the world.
“Sounds yummy,” I replied, breaking into an easy grin. “But I kinda thought we were going to a restaurant.”
“What? And share you with all those strangers?” He shook his head vigorously. “No way. I’ve been gone a long time and can’t stand the thought of sharing you with anyone else—at least not today. Today you are all mine.” He held the helmet out to me.
“Where are we going?”
“Someplace where I can have you all to myself,” he replied mysteriously.
I took the helmet and kissed him lightly on the cheek. The brunch sounded fabulous, and the idea of having Guy all to myself turned the Olympic-style somersaults in my stomach to handstands. I’d never be able to keep food down under these conditions.
He helped me into the helmet. “Not too fast,” I reminded.
“I remember.”
I climbed onto the bike behind him, wrapped my arms around his midsection. He smelled fresh, with the faint fragrance of cinnamon about him. The bike pulled away from the curb at a reasonable speed.
The motorcycle maneuvered through the Saturday morning traffic. As we drove, I got the feeling that it was possible for us to pick up where we’d left
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