Superlow 1200T. It's got the frame of a Sportster but all the advantages of a touring bike."
It was the most beautiful thing I'd seen in a while. I'd always loved motorcycles, but I'd never dared to ride one. Ever. Or get this close to one.
"Zip your jacket up and put this on." He handed me a black helmet.
I took it and my eyes bugged out. "You want me to ride with you?"
"Well, yeah."
"I've never been on a motorcycle."
He offered me a gloved a hand. "Then I'm happy to be your first, Grace Murphy."
After Sunday he spent every night at our house during the first week. He helped with dinner and dishes, spent time with Kyle going over work stuff, and then he and I made love every night. Sometimes in the shower, sometimes in the bed, on the floor, in the kitchen…that was a chancy bit there, since Kyle was bound to come home and catch us.
Late evenings were spent with just us, or if Kyle was free, outside on the deck, enjoying wine and the heater and blankets. The colder nights brought in the feeling of Fall. We got to know Michael and he and Kyle started this really weird bro-mance.
At the end of that week Kyle gave me his approval for a deeper relationship.
"Just keep him naked. Or at least shirtless."
I couldn't remember ever being so happy. Except for the birth of my daughter, but even that was marred by the actions of my ex in the hospital.
Yeah…even during the happiest time of our lives he made an ass of himself. To me, to the hospital staff. Even when the doctor told him to cool it and pay attention to his wife who was crying with embarrassment at his behavior, he argued with her. He basically told her she was a quack.
They were all quacks.
Why?
Because our daughter had been born with a collapsed lung and the nurses and doctors were taking extra special care of her and I had a fever that wasn't breaking.
But you see…it was all about him. He wanted his child in the room with us, not in the NICU. And they had no right to keep him from what was his .
Just thinking about that day made me mad. He was, and would always be, a narcissistic asshole. There was nothing anyone could do about it. I just hated the fact it took me so long to figure out…that it wasn't me.
Luckily the Prick hadn't called and made threats about Thanksgiving all week.
All last week and continuing on this week Michael came by the Trade In Beans every morning for his coffee as long as I was there, which was five days last week and four this week. October was a great month for us with the weather getting colder and more people wanting hot beverages.
I would hear the sound of his Harley and my stomach would flutter. In the middle of the week he leaned over the counter and kissed me, which of course set off a huge tackle-the-manager session after morning rush. The morning staff had changed that week as George moved the more experienced workers to other locations, so the only worker who wasn't that happy for me was Mary. She wanted to stay at this location and I sort of wondered if Michael's constant presence had been why.
Mary's real self reared its ugly head that Wednesday, just before my shift ended. It was October the 28 th , Tuesday, and the wind had built up some speed outside. Leaves flipped and fluttered past the windows as the late afternoon turned a little darker than usual. Storm was coming.
The back office makes an L shape. Employees walk in past the cabinets of supplies, like toilet paper, napkins, huge containers of sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg then past the desk where the computer is and I run reports. The room takes a sharp right to where there are lockers set up for employee purses, shoes, clothing, whatever they need and each employee had a locker assigned. Having their own personal space was just something George liked doing for his staff.
I had rounded that sharp right and was taking off my apron and pen when I heard Mary's voice in the room. And she was mad
It was the most beautiful thing I'd seen in a while. I'd always loved motorcycles, but I'd never dared to ride one. Ever. Or get this close to one.
"Zip your jacket up and put this on." He handed me a black helmet.
I took it and my eyes bugged out. "You want me to ride with you?"
"Well, yeah."
"I've never been on a motorcycle."
He offered me a gloved a hand. "Then I'm happy to be your first, Grace Murphy."
After Sunday he spent every night at our house during the first week. He helped with dinner and dishes, spent time with Kyle going over work stuff, and then he and I made love every night. Sometimes in the shower, sometimes in the bed, on the floor, in the kitchen…that was a chancy bit there, since Kyle was bound to come home and catch us.
Late evenings were spent with just us, or if Kyle was free, outside on the deck, enjoying wine and the heater and blankets. The colder nights brought in the feeling of Fall. We got to know Michael and he and Kyle started this really weird bro-mance.
At the end of that week Kyle gave me his approval for a deeper relationship.
"Just keep him naked. Or at least shirtless."
I couldn't remember ever being so happy. Except for the birth of my daughter, but even that was marred by the actions of my ex in the hospital.
Yeah…even during the happiest time of our lives he made an ass of himself. To me, to the hospital staff. Even when the doctor told him to cool it and pay attention to his wife who was crying with embarrassment at his behavior, he argued with her. He basically told her she was a quack.
They were all quacks.
Why?
Because our daughter had been born with a collapsed lung and the nurses and doctors were taking extra special care of her and I had a fever that wasn't breaking.
But you see…it was all about him. He wanted his child in the room with us, not in the NICU. And they had no right to keep him from what was his .
Just thinking about that day made me mad. He was, and would always be, a narcissistic asshole. There was nothing anyone could do about it. I just hated the fact it took me so long to figure out…that it wasn't me.
Luckily the Prick hadn't called and made threats about Thanksgiving all week.
All last week and continuing on this week Michael came by the Trade In Beans every morning for his coffee as long as I was there, which was five days last week and four this week. October was a great month for us with the weather getting colder and more people wanting hot beverages.
I would hear the sound of his Harley and my stomach would flutter. In the middle of the week he leaned over the counter and kissed me, which of course set off a huge tackle-the-manager session after morning rush. The morning staff had changed that week as George moved the more experienced workers to other locations, so the only worker who wasn't that happy for me was Mary. She wanted to stay at this location and I sort of wondered if Michael's constant presence had been why.
Mary's real self reared its ugly head that Wednesday, just before my shift ended. It was October the 28 th , Tuesday, and the wind had built up some speed outside. Leaves flipped and fluttered past the windows as the late afternoon turned a little darker than usual. Storm was coming.
The back office makes an L shape. Employees walk in past the cabinets of supplies, like toilet paper, napkins, huge containers of sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg then past the desk where the computer is and I run reports. The room takes a sharp right to where there are lockers set up for employee purses, shoes, clothing, whatever they need and each employee had a locker assigned. Having their own personal space was just something George liked doing for his staff.
I had rounded that sharp right and was taking off my apron and pen when I heard Mary's voice in the room. And she was mad
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