Page 42 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 15

Coco put her phonedown on the kitchen counter. Lizzy looked up from searching through her bag. She couldn't tell if the call were good or bad.

"Well, he asked me out for tonight," said Coco.

She dumped the contents of her purse on the counter. "And, did you say yes?"

"I did."

Knowing Coco, there was something bothering her. Lizzy said, "But?"

Coco groaned and leaned against the counter. "He's a customer."

"He was a customer at Burger Bistro." She separated the wad of receipts and bank statements. "Gus hasn't come to the bar, has he?"

"True." Coco wrinkled her nose. "I do like him. He's a nice guy."

"You'll have fun." She shoved everything back in her purse.

"What are you doing?"

It was her turn to groan. "Searching for a hairband. I think they all ended up at work in my cabinet in the breakroom. I've looked through the bathroom, my room, and now my purse."

"I can't help you there." Coco tugged on her chin length hair. "Oh, there's a couple of regular rubber bands in the junk drawer."

"That'll have to do. Though, I lose a handful of hair when it's time to take it out." She found a rubber band and pushed it up on her wrist. "I'm going out to mow the lawn."

"Want help?" Coco straightened. "Gus won't be here until six o'clock."

"Nah, I can do it. Besides, you've been taking the garbage out every week, so I owe you a man chore. Go upstairs and pamper yourself before it's time to go."

Coco laughed. "You mean shave like someone might see me."

"Hey, at least you have a chance to get some action. I don't even remember how to date." Lizzy snorted and walked out to the garage.

Opening the door, she rolled out the mower. Flipping her hair behind her shoulders, she raised her arms and ran her fingers through the strands, getting rid of the snarls. It was just warm enough, she wanted her hair contained and off her shoulders.

A loud rumble grew closer, she turned with her arms up.

Roar rode into the driveway and stopped in front of her. She lowered her arms and smiled.

He took off his helmet and crooked his finger for her to come to him. She approached, wondering what he needed on her day off.

Hooking his sunglasses in the collar of his T-shirt, he squinted in her direction. "Your eye is still bruised. I thought it was gone."

"I don't have any makeup on." She shushed him. "Don't tell my boss but I don't always look perfect."

He leaned back, his gaze traveling down her body. She swept the hair off her neck. He always made the temperature around her seem higher than it was.

"Mowing the lawn?" he asked.

She looked over her shoulder at the mower. "Yeah, I was just getting ready to braid my hair and do the front yard."

"Turn around." Roar got off the motorcycle. At her hesitation, he said, "Go ahead. Turn."

She pivoted away from him. His hands gathered her hair at the base of her neck, and he straightened the strands. A chill rolled up her spine, and her nipples peaked as his hands skimmed her neck.

"What are you doing?" Her voice quivered.

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