Riding into Love by Nicki Night

of this?” She looked around in awe.
    â€œMy token of appreciation. Thanks for yesterday.” Drew placed eggs, turkey bacon and biscuits on a plate. He placed a small jar of organic peach preserves that he’d found in her refrigerator next to the plate and poured orange juice in a wineglass. He presented the meal with a grand sweep of his hand. “Bon appetit!”
    Alana sat and scooted her chair closer to the table. “It looks delicious. Thank you.” Closing her eyes, she said a quick grace and then paused. “I had biscuits in the fridge?” She looked confused.
    â€œNo.”
    Alana cast him a sideways glance. “Then where did these biscuits come from?”
    â€œI made them.” Drew plated his own breakfast as he continued bopping with the music.
    â€œYou made them?”
    Standing erect, Drew put his hand across his chest, acting as if he were offended. “Yes. I made them.”
    Alana took a bite, closed her eyes and moaned. “No way,” she said, still chewing.
    â€œI’m great at a lot of things, remember?” He paused to let the innuendo settle as he sat. When she shook her head at him, he laughed.
    â€œYou’re so damn fresh.” Alana giggled.
    â€œMom taught us all a few family recipes. She said it didn’t matter that we were boys. We needed to know how to cook.”
    â€œSo good,” she said with her mouth full. “Did you get back to the hospital last night?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œI didn’t think so. Jet lag,” she said and he nodded in agreement. “You can take my car today if you want.”
    â€œI appreciate that.” Drew spread preserves on his biscuit.
    â€œJust drop me off at the station so I can catch my train into the city. I’ll show you where to leave my keys when you’re done.”
    â€œI’ll have my mom, Hunter or Drew follow me back. They’ll take me to Brooklyn.” Drew wanted to spend more time with her but knew she needed to get to work. She’d already voiced her concerns about building her client list. “Are you busy this weekend?”
    â€œThe usual errands. Why?”
    â€œThis weekend’s race is in the States, right outside of Austin. Blake and Hunter were coming out for it, but now, with Dad being in the hospital, they’re going to stay here. I’m coming right back when it’s over. Have you ever been to a motorcycle race before?”
    â€œNope.” Alana took the last bite of the biscuit, wiped her mouth and pushed her plate back. “I’ve never known much about it until I met you.”
    â€œWould you like to come?”
    Alana waited a moment before she answered. “I guess.” She shrugged.
    â€œGreat. I’ll take care of everything. You’ll enjoy it.”
    Alana looked at her watch. “We’d better get going so I can catch my train.”
    Alana reached for her plate and Drew held his hand out. “I’ll do that. Get yourself ready.”
    Alana looked at him with a brow raised.
    â€œI got this,” he reassured her.
    â€œOkaaay...” Alana looked puzzled. Slowly, she turned and headed upstairs to get her shoes and handbag.
    Drew understood her confusion perfectly. She’d never seen this side of him. He hadn’t taken Alana as seriously as he should have when they had first dated. Now he was hitting the Restart button and coming from a new angle. He needed to dispel the myths he’d help create and guide her to realizing that he was good for her.
    â€œOkay. I’m ready,” Alana announced as she descended the stairs moments later.
    Drew was heading toward the door just as she made it to the bottom step. He paused to allow her space to walk in front of him. He watched her hips sway in those well-fitting pants as she grabbed her coat and sauntered through the front door. He loved the way she strutted in heels.
    Drew opened the passenger side door and examined