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The first time she lifted her leg to get on the bike, she dug her fingers into his shoulder because while she leaned toward the bike, or so she thought, her body seemed to fall the other way. If he hadn’t reached out and grabbed her forearm, she would’ve landed on her back—or her ass.

Who knew? Thankfully, she’d never have to find out.

Her prince on a denim black steel steed caught her.Swoon. Major swoon.

The charming half smile—hinting in amusement and concern—was far too beautiful on his face. With heated cheeks, she returned his expression with an awkward-as-hell grin of her own. She tucked some hair behind her ear and cleared her throat.

“Sorry,” she muttered.

“Go slow,” he coaxed. “We got forever.”

Maybe she didn’t want to take all night to get on the back of the bike. She could have had plans. Maybe she… Okay, she had nothing going on. She just didn’t want to feel stupid.

She gave him a curt nod. She had this. She could do this. Rolling her shoulders back, taking a deep breath, Blue lifted her chin. She was an ol’ lady now, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Each breath felt like the biggest of breaths. Her lungs filled more than they had ever been. She’d never been more proud to wear anything in her entire life.

She pulled at the bottom hem of her new property vest and straightened it. She needed to act like an ol’ lady and get on the back of her man’s bike.

If only the ground would stop tilting the wrong way.

She kicked her leg over, and with a small hop she got on the back of his bike. She let out a little squeak of triumph and pressed her chest to his back. Wrapping her arms around his middle, she gave him a celebratory hug.

“I did it,” she announced.

“You did.” One of Mooky’s hands rested over hers before she turned his head. “I want you to press up close to me. I know you’re not exactly sober, so I need you to really lean with me.”

She felt the heat in her chest first before it crept up into her cheeks when she blushed. “Okay,” she agreed.

He wasn’t wrong. And she hated that part of this amazing night had gotten ruined by her intoxicated state. She hadn’t exactly forgotten, but she’d chosen to focus on the more positive things.

The vomiting moment ran through her mind, and she cringed, pressing her cheek against his back. He patted her hand before the bike thundered to life, rumbling beneath her. She squeezed her thighs around him at the feel of the vibration from the Harley-Davidson.

When he revved the engine a few times, her stomach fluttered in the good way. Gone were the bubbling gut threats of tasting her drinks a second time—they were never as good coming up as they were going down.

Regardless, happiness butterflies tickling her fun parts.

As the bike moved, she held him that much tighter. Mooky turned out of the parking lot and the motorcycle picked up speed. When his hand slid over her thigh, Blue felt as though all was right in the world.

Closing her eyes, the wind whipped past her, making her hair snap all around her head as they rode through the night. The warmth of his body was a stark contrast to the surrounding cold. She did her best to huddle against him on the bike, to siphon the heat from him and to follow his lead when the bike moved. If they spilled out onto the pavement because of her, she’d never forgive herself.

The longer they rode, the less she worried. Their problems evaporated with each mile the bike consumed. Moving together in unison lulled her into a headspace where time no longer mattered. They leaned into the turns of the curving roads and the dark night as if they were one. She never wanted it to end. It was hypnotic.

She didn’t know how long they rode or how fast they went. It seemed as though they could break the sound barrier. In her mind, she imagined putting her arms out and the two of them taking off as though they were a plane on a runway. They were flying.

They were free.

CHAPTER 35

Mooky

At some point, Blue had dozed off behind him. How the hell her drunk ass didn’t tumble off was beyond him. She had a guardian angel on her shoulder or something. He didn’t want to disturb her, so he prolonged their ride.

He enjoyed the feel of her and would’ve kept riding until dawn if he could. There hadn’t been a cop in sight. They hit every green light on the way to his new house. The journey had been easy. He couldn’t have asked for anything better.

Which is why Mooky shouldn’t have been surprised when he saw the sedan parked on the side of the road as he pulled up. Cursing under his breath, he did his best not to alert Blue. They’d just had the most amazing moment—if he left out the puking, of course. And things were fucking sorted. He didn’t need anything, or anyone, spooking her now.

Thankfully, Angela didn’t exit her car when he pulled into the open garage. She didn’t get out while the door closed. Keeping vigilant, he watched through the little square windows as he helped his drowsy woman off his bike. The last thing he needed was to be caught by surprise.

His soon-to-be ex-wife remained in her parked car on the street.

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