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“You mean, like a date?”

I smiled. “Yeah, like a date.”

“Should I ask Jazzy? I don’t want to screw this up.”

“Jazzy and Rogue are going to the MC tonight. It’s just you and me.”

“Sully’s going to tell the board he’s ready to retire. You should be there, too.”

“And give up the chance to be alone with you? No way.” Fuck, I fought the words like I was fighting a war. My insecurities flowed like acid through my veins.

A small smirk played on her lips. “Okay. A date.”

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Tonight needed to be special. We’d hung out for months before the attack that laid me up and made Kiss disappear, but we’d never been on an official date. Dinner would be a good start, but what next? I didn’t want to spend our night in a dark theater where we couldn’t talk, and we’d both be thinking about sex. Aclub was out. I wouldn’t survive her body grinding against mine. Drinking, of course, was out.

We needed time together, but nothing that would bring on a temptation. Nowhere quiet and intimate, but I still wanted to hold her hand and find opportunities to kiss her.

I grabbed a shower and rubbed one out because I had no doubt I was going to yoyo with my dick throughout the night. I couldn’t look at Kiss without sporting an erection, and as soon as her hands were on me, my cock would revert to being a pussy.

After the shower, I still had no fucking clue where to take her for a date.

No way was I interrupting whatever Rogue was currently doing to Jazzy. I sent Hana a text.

Blue: I’m taking Kiss on a date.

She replied with clapping emojis.

Blue: I need a date idea.

Hana: Bring her to the MC. Everyone is here.

Blue: Never mind. I’ll figure something out.

I was fucked. A first date required more than five minutes of planning and a shit suggestion from Hana. A ride on the bike and ice cream wasn’t going to make an epic event. Maybe it didn’t matter. Just getting out of the house and going for a ride like we’d done in the past would be enough.

I changed into the nicest jeans I owned, a clean T-shirt, and shrugged on my cut. I splashed on some cologne, stomped on my boots, stuffed two hundred bucks into my pocket, and shoved the rest into the side pocket of my duffel.

My phone pinged.

Hana: Take her axe throwing.

Blue: Seriously?

Hana: Trust me. It’s fun and sexy as fuck.

Blue: Can you text me the address?

Where the fuck did you throw axes? Hopefully not in the middle of some creeped out backwoods barn. She sent the address.

Hana: Make side bets.She inserted several emojis.That’s how Jazzy broke down Rogue.

Grabbing my helmet, I headed out of the room. Music seeped through Kiss’s closed bedroom door. I made my way to the kitchen.

Sully sat in a chair at the table. He rubbed a hand down his face and combed his beard with his fingers. “Are you hungry?” he asked without looking up.

“I’m good. Thanks.” I set my helmet on the counter and sat across from him. “I’ll be out of here in a couple of days. A room is opening up at the MC.”

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