Impulsively (Dante's Nine MC) (30 page)

“Well, you got me. I thought I was seeing things for a
second there. Where’s your luggage and everything?” he asks, looking around.

“Oh, I left it hidden by the house,” I say.

“Are you tired?” Stick asks, “Want to head back home?”

“Umm...” I steal a glance at West. He’s looking at me
impassively, one eyebrow slightly raised. “Yeah. Maybe that would be a good
idea.”

“Come on then,” Stick says, gesturing to the door. “You
still remember how to ride on the back of a bike?”

“I think I’ll pick it up,” I say dryly, following him as he
starts toward the door.

“See you back there later,” Stick adds with a nod to West,
who nods silently back.

I lock eyes with West for a moment, but can’t read his
expression, but he doesn’t look happy. I turn away, biting my lip anxiously. I
follow Stick out the front door. His bike is parked around the corner from the
alley. He hands me his helmet to wear as he talks excitedly, glad to have me
home. I swing my leg over the bike and hold on to Stick as he pulls away from
the curb. I can’t get West’s face out of my mind as we ride. Did I seriously
just blow my only chance with him?