Page 28 of Kilo's Edge

My eyes got wider and wider as she told me what she knew about what she called club culture. When our lunch break was nearing an end, she took a look at my expression and laughed. “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. Kilo will fill you in on everything you need to know once he decides to make his move.”

“Taking me on a date isn’t his move?”

She laughed. “Not even close. Though, it’s a step in the right direction.”

My phone rang and I took it out of my apron pocket and stared at Kilo’s name on the screen.

“Take it, I’ll cover for you for a few minutes,” Mary said, giving me a wink.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Camila.”

A thrill shot down my spine at hearing that deep voice again after so many days. I’d dreamed of flying down the highway on the back of his bike almost every night. I wasn’t sure if the fascination was with the machine, the man, or both. “Hey, Kilo.”

“I was wondering if you were busy Saturday night?”

“Not really,” I told him. I worked the early shift that day and had Sunday off.

“My club is having a barbecue and a party afterward. Want to come with me?”

Mary had just gotten done telling me about the wild parties guys like this tended to throw. But she’d also said they'd always been a lot of fun. I had a feeling I was getting in over my head, but I wanted to spend more time with Kilo. “I’d love to.” If this was the way that was going to happen, I’d go wherever he wanted.

“Good. I’ll pick you up around five.”

“Okay.”

“See you later, Camila.”

The words were a dark promise and despite everything going on in my life, I was excited. My pulse was racing as I hung up the phone and gave a little sigh. I’d never been the type to like bad boys. The way I was raised had sort of discouraged it. But suddenly I was understanding the fascination that women had.

I floated through the next three days. It was like they were a dream and it wasn’t until I was walking out my front door with Kilo that I was awake. His bike was sitting in his driveway and I didn’t have to wonder long whether we were taking it, or something else, to the barbecue.

“I got you something,” he told me with a grin. He grabbed a helmet off the seat and held it up. It was black with light purple swirls.

“That’s for me?” I asked, shocked.

“Yeah, that way we don't have to fight over helmets.”

“How did you know I love purple?” I asked, reaching out to take the helmet from him.

“I may have asked Carmen,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.

Going onto my tip toes, I pressed a light kiss to his mouth. “Thank you so much. I love it.”

He grinned at me and helped me put it on. “Once we’re not in your front yard, I’m going to want another kiss,” he warned.

I laughed as he tightened the helmet strap. I’d already talked to Mama about the motorcycle, and she wasn’t thrilled, but she wasn’t outside stopping me. She was starting to understand that I was old enough to make my own decisions. That I deserved the chance to make my own mistakes. I’d learned from hers, it was hard not to, but I didn’t consider Kilo a mistake. If we had to run again, I’d cherish every moment I got with him.

We pulled out onto the road, and I relished the experience once again. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to it. I didn’t want to. It was so freeing and should stay that way.

He pulled into a fenced off area. I was surprised how big it was, at least ten acres. We were on the outskirts of Phoenix, but still, it was a fantastic spot. The parking lot area was paved, but the rest was reminiscent of the desert surrounding the city. There was a building, and it looked like another being built.

“This belongs to my club,” he told me as we got off the bike and took our helmets off.

“It’s really nice,” I told him.

He grinned at me, then dropped his hand to the small of my back and led me toward the back of the buildings. My steps stuttered as we came around one of the buildings and in one move every eye was on us. “It’s fine,” Kilo said in a soothing tone. “These are my brothers. They’re excited to meet you.”

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