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I choke on the sip of coffee I had just taken. She wants to be on the back of my bike?

Clearing my throat, I rasp, “Fuck yes we can.”

Chapter 15

IVY

Ijog down the hall into Sawyer’s room and pull his shirt over my head, leaving it folded on the dresser. I yank on my clothes from last night and sit on the edge of the bed with my phone in hand, waiting for it to power on. I know Zoe will be awake, but I don’t have the time to explain everything right now.

My phone comes to life and texts start popping up in rapid succession.

Unknown: You can’t ignore me forever.

Unknown: Answer me

Zoe: Brooks seriously showed up at my place. He’s looking for you babe.

Zoe: I told him you weren’t home right now but he seemed suspicious. Call me. He was acting pretty crazy.

Unknown: You think I wouldn’t figure out you left town?

Unknown: You can’t hide forever Ivy.

Unknown: We belong together. This isn’t fucking over. Not by a long shot.

Dread fills me but I do my best to shake it off. I don’t think Brooks will chase me all the way to Aspen Ridge, so I click on Zoe’s messages and shoot her a text telling her that I think Brooks will get over it soon, especially since I’m not there anymore, and ask if she’s free to video chat tonight. I think within a week Brooks will be over it and onto the next thing.

I hope.

I have no idea what the hell I’m doing going into town with Sawyer. I’m unsure where we stand with each other, but I find myself unable to say no to him despite my hesitation. In less than twenty-four hours, all my plans for returning here have gone up in flames. I owe Sawyer another talk, and if he wants to go get breakfast, that’s what we’ll do. My nerves are getting the best of me, and dealing with all of this on an empty stomach isn’t helping. Since I finger brushed my teeth before going to the kitchen in search of coffee earlier, I’m ready to go, so I turn myphone off—not wanting texts from Brooks to pop up in front of Sawyer—and place it back in my purse.

I find him waiting for me in the entryway wearing a pair of denim jeans, boots, and his jacket, a hand running through his hair as he looks me over.

Holy shit. He’s so fucking sexy.

“Hey. Last night I was a little reckless with you, so I want to apologize. My judgment was muddled and it won’t happen again. I’ll take you on the back of my bike any time you want, but you’re going to have to dress appropriately. I have a spare leather jacket that you’re going to wear, as well as a helmet.”

He holds a jacket out for me to slip on, and I turn my back to him before putting my arms through the sleeves. I face him again and his eyes meet mine.

“May I?”

I nod my head and watch his face as he zips the jacket up, his eyes following the track. He adjusts the collar before meeting my eyes again, his are filled with mirth and he grins wickedly.

“What?”

“You look good in my jacket.”

“Hmm. I’d argue that, since I’m swimming in it.”

He cuffs the sleeves twice so my hands are free.

“You ready?”

“No.” I laugh.

“What now?”

“I missed that sound.”

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