Page 34 of Riding the Edge

“You swap purses for all your friends?”

“Not exactly.”

“Yeah, I don’t rent cars for mine either,” he says, looking back at the road. Moving his hand off the gear shift, he touches my knee. “Don’t you worry, Lady, I’ll tone things down next time and take you to Roll N’ Roaster on a Vespa.”

“Isn’t that a scooter?”

“Start small before I break you into a Harley,” he quips.

Giving my knee a squeeze, he tears his hand away. At the loss of his touch, I realize I might like the feel of him. More than that, I might like the whole package. Leaning back against the plush leather seat, I feel a smile stretch across my face as I stare out the window.

“Like that more than the shoes,” he mutters beside me. Turning to him, I question him with my eyes as he tips his chin to me. “Your smile, Lady,” he explains.

Yeah, I might like Wolf.

I might like him a whole lot.

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