Page 41 of Stealing the Biker

“Think about this then, Kie. You wanted me to ask you to the dance until you heard some partial truths about me.”

“Fair.”

“Why don’t we get that dance now?” He glances toward the living room where the furniture has been pushed back for a makeshift dance floor.

My mom’s warning about him flickers in my thoughts, but I’m supposed to be having fun. Being impulsive. “One dance.” He grabs my drink and places it on the counter before taking my hand in his.

Nervousness flutters in my belly as he leads the way.

The lights have been turned down and a slow song plays through the speakers. Jonesy pulls me to the middle of the room, putting his hands on my hips, holding me close. I wrap my arms around his neck and inhale his scent. Woodsy and fresh.

“What’s the deal with you and that guy?”

“What guy?” I play it off.

He smiles. “The one who was driving you to and from school.”

Jonesy was paying closer attention to me than I thought. “It doesn’t matter. He’s not here.”

“Did he dump you?”

“No. he’s got a girlfriend.”

“But he was kissing you?” He arches a brow at me.

“Long story.”

“I’ve got time.”

“You want to hear me complain about my love life?” Or lack of one, I should say.

“I’m trying to get to know you better. I find you…interesting. You’re not what I expected either.”

“And what were you expecting?”

“I thought you’d be a lot weirder.” He grins and twirls me around.

“Ha. I see how it is.”

Jonesy pulls me in close again. “Come on. Tell me what happened.”

“If you insist.” I lay my head on his shoulder and tell him parts of my complicated relationship with Jimmy, leaving out the bits about my father taking us hostage in my kitchen. “I didn’t expect to care or miss him this much after such a short time.”

“What a jerk,” he tells me.

“But he’s not. Not really,” I argue.

“Whatever you say.” He licks his lips and clears his throat as the song changes to something more upbeat. “Want to make him jealous?”

“I don’t know if that’s possible.”

“Oh ye of little faith. Trust me. I know what to do.”

Trusting a guy like Jonesy is a terrible idea. “I’m in.”

“Do you have his cell number?”

“Yeah.”

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