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Jenson had aclient, so he walked me to my car and I headed home, pulling into the garagejust as Spike called.

“Hi there,handsome.”

“Oooh, I likethat,” he said with a laugh.

“Good to know.” Igrinned, turning off my car.

“You busytonight?”

“No, why?”

“You wanna comesee the club?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

“Okay, I’ll pickyou up at six. We’ll eat there.”

“Okay, see youthen.”

“We’ll be on mybike, so dress warm.”

“Yes, sir,” Iretorted.

Spike laughed.“Like that too, baby.”

“I’ll keep that inmind.”

We rang off and Iheaded inside to change.

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Spike picked me upa little early but stopped me just before we reached his bike.

“Wait here andclose your eyes,” he said, blocking my view with his gorgeous body.

“What is this?”

“Just close youreyes and wait here,” he ordered, leaving me just at the bottom of my stairs.

I did as Spikeinstructed, closing my eyes, and fighting the urge to peek.

“Okay,” Spikesaid. “You can look now.”

I opened my eyesto see Spike holding a sparkly, blue motorcycle helmet, topped with a big redbow.

“For me?” I asked,shocked by the gift.

“It’s got yourname on it, doesn’t it?” Spike turned the helmet around to reveal ‘Trixie’monogramed on the back. “Try it on.”

“I can’t believeyou got me this,” I said, kissing him. “It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautifulas the head it’s gonna protect. Besides, now you don’t have to wear mine.”

I chuckled.“Should I keep the bow on top?”

“Probably not,” hereplied with a grin. “People might mistake you for a motorcycle cop.”

“I love it.” Ipulled his head down for another kiss.

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