Page 77 of Dream Mates
“What are these for?” There werea lotof baked goods.
“We can eat what we want, but they’re really for the bake sale for Riley’s school.” Grace never stopped moving, loading the dishwasher, rinsing things, and putting stuff away.
This wasn’t healthy. With the amount of energy she had, a movie wasn’t going to work. I didn’t want to push her recovery by working out or playing the piano. But…
“Let’s get out of here and go for a ride,” I finally offered, blocking her with my body to keep her from moving but not grabbing her. Yes, I think that would be okay.
She paused, head tilting. “Like on your motorcycle?”
“If you feel up to it, yes. Put on some jeans, and we’ll go for a little ride while everything cools. Given they’re forRi’sbake sale,shecan help wrap them later,” I told her. Grace shouldn’t be doing this all herself. Riley needed to take responsibility, too. Also, with the amount of money that school costs, no one should be needing to hold a bake sale.
Though it was probably a fundraiser for art club or something.
“That sounds nice. Thank you.” Grace gave me a shy smile then went upstairs.
I grabbed my phone and texted Wes.
Me
Wes, your girl is a bundle of nerves. I’m stealing her.
Then I sent a text to Jett.
Me
Wes left Grace alone. I’m going to take her for a ride before every surface is covered with baked goods.
I sent a picture of the pile of baked goods. My phone buzzed.
Jett
I get to eat some of those? Have fun. Where are you going?
Me
I’m considering taking her to see the estate.
I helped myself to some banana bread. Not what I’d been planning on doing today. But it needed to be done, and I couldn’t let her wind herself up like this; she’d get sick. It might be nicefor her to see the place Evan wanted to marry her in. Right now, there was enough time for her to object.
My bite of banana bread was overly sweet. I grimaced. Who the fuck put chocolate in banana bread?
Wes didn’t answer my text, but he was at the movies.
I was finishing cleaning up for her. She came back down in jeans and one of Evan’s flannels, which could be a dress on her, and her jacket over her arm.
A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I eyed the shirt. Her head ducked and she wrapped her arms around herself. While I understood why she stole Evan’s clothes, part of me still thought it was to annoy me, not because it brought her comfort. We put on our shoes.
“Come on.” I walked out of the kitchen and into the garage.
She shrugged on her jacket and grabbed her helmet from the garage, as I grabbed mine and my bike.
Her gaze lingered on her own tiny green motorcycle with a sidecar. “I can’t wait to ride it.”
“It’s really nice. You should probably take the written test first, before practicing. Also, get cleared to ride from the doctor.” I still couldn’t believe Spencer did that. Not buying her a motorcycle, it would be good for her to have one that suited her. It was that he got herthatparticular one. Top of the line, limited edition, andcustom.
Show off.
Not to mention he’d gotten himself a matching one. It stood by Evan’s. I didn’t even know that he could ride.
