Page 114 of On The Rocks

The drive was quiet, but it wasn’t a heavy silence. She obviously had some things to think over.

While we were on the highway, a motorcycle zoomed through traffic, passing us on her side. She sat up with a start.

“Asshole,” I muttered. “Giving motorcycles a shit name when they pull shit like that.”

“You ride?” She turned in her seat.

I nodded. “I have a few bikes. I’m more of a cruiser than the guy looking for speed like those.”

“On my way home a chick on a Ducati blew me off the damn road.”

“And you didn’t say something first? Jesus, Lennon.”

“It’s late spring and the days have been sunny. Of course, the tops are down, and the motorcycles are out. They were just...”

When she trailed off, I glanced over at her. “What?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Obviously, it’s something.”

She shrugged. “It just felt personal. Then I saw the same girl in my building. At least I’m pretty sure it was. She crawled up my ass on Mitchell Road—you know the winding one to my apartment.”

My fingers tightened on the wheel before I forced myself to relax. There were tons of shitty people in the world that liked to show off on the road, especially those who went for speed.

“You think they went for you on purpose?”

“No.” She huffed out a breath. “I don’t know. I sound freaking crazy.”

“No, you don’t.”

“She was sitting in the common room with her stupid helmet on. I don’t know. It just seemed weird.” She huffed out a breath on a half laugh. “Like she was proud of herself or something. Maybe she doesn’t like Jeeps.”

“Or she’s got a screw loose.”

“Even better.” She relaxed back and propped her sunglasses on top of her head. “It’s feeling like the universe doesn’t like mevery much the last few weeks.” Then she turned to look at me. The bruise along her face made my chest ache. “Except for you.”

“Now that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me.”

“Don’t get used to it.” She pulled her sunglasses back down, but there was a little smile on her face.

Getting to the airport and through check-in was a pain in the ass, since it was the middle of the day. By the time we got on the plane, I could tell Lennon needed meds and a nap.

I let her sit near the window and she was asleep before we took off.

Good thing since the flight got delayed and we sat on the tarmac for an extra hour. I checked in with Kain and Justin letting them know we were heading out of town.

Kain:

Don’t come back married, asshole.

I’m not going to Vegas.

Kain:

Miami is just as dangerous. Rum drinks and good sense are in opposing supply.

You should probably warn Lenny. I’m probably going to marry her.

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