Page 17 of Love Undiscovered
“Ready?” Lexie asks him.
“Your chariot awaits, my love.” Ethan motions toward the open door.
“Rem, you want us to wait for you?” Lexie turns back to face me.
“No, Chance will be here any minute.”
They leave and I close the door after them. Then check the time and see that Ethan was a few minutes early to pick up Lexie. Probably couldn’t stand the wait. Poor guy. My luck, Chance will be late.
I smooth my hands over my hips and glance quickly in the mirror again.
You look fine. Better than fine.
I hear the motorcycle before I see it.
He wouldn’t dare.
I open the front door and watch as Chance pulls up in front of my house. He takes his helmet off and shakes his head. With the sun setting behind him, he reminds me of the cover of a romance novel. A little scruffy, a bit broody, and a lot beautiful. Kat thinks he looks like Bradley Cooper from theA-Teammovie. I don’t see it.
But then again, I still picture him as the cocky college kid I met first. He’d reminded me of a young Paul Walker, from the firstFast and Furiousmovie. Complete with the twinkling eyes and cocky, confident smile. It was why I’d been attracted to him back then. His confidence and sense of self had been almost intoxicating. And then there was his kiss.
Gah!
I can’t think about that right now.
I study him as he comes up the front walk. He looks like he shaved this morning, ‘cause there’s a bit of beard shadowing his face. But his tuxedo fits him like a glove. A really nice glove. Maybe satin. Like sheets that you can slide all over and bury yourself in. He smiles when he sees me. I cock a hip and lean against the doorjamb.
“Fuck, Ice Q. You sure know how to dress for the occasion.” He uses the nickname that I hate.
“Is that a compliment?” I ask.
“It is,” he says, looking me down, and then up again. Slowing his gaze at my hips and stopping at my chest.
“Eyes up here, big boy.” I point at my eyes.
“Nuh uh,” he says, still staring at my chest with a smile.
“Neanderthal.”
“That’s me, ice baby.”
“Stop calling me that,” I snap.
“Can’t stop saying what I know to be true.” He finally looks me in the eye.
Have his eyes always been that beautiful?
I stare at him a little longer than is probably necessary.
Fuck, get it together, Remi!
“Are we leaving, or are you going to stare at me all day?” I ask.
“I’m happy with either.”
“I vote for leaving. Please tell me you don’t expect me to ride on that thing?” I point to the motorcycle on the street.
“I don’t expect you to ride on that thing.”
