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She sighs. “I… just had a bad breakup. You know… the kind where you start questioning everything.”

Anger flares in my chest. Some stupid, motherfucking, lowlife, piece of shit hurt my sweet girl…

I fight to keep my voice steady. “Wanna talk about it?”

She giggles and looks up at me with surprise in her beautiful eyes. “Not really.” She shakes her head, and I watch her curls move around her soft features with fascination. “That’s whyI’m here: to stop thinking about it.” She gives me a shy but mischievous smile. “Getting lost wasn’t part of the plan, though.”

I bark out a surprised laugh. “Sometimes the best things happen when you’re not following the plan.”

I wink at her and watch her pulse flutter at her throat. Fuck me. So fucking responsive. We’re in for a lifetime of fun.

When the coffee’s ready, I pour my angel a mug, making sure our fingers brush when I hand it to her. And she doesn’t pull away…

“This is really good,” Tyra says after a sip. All big doe eyes, gentle smile, full tits, and ass I’m gonna fucking ravage.

I settle next to her, close enough to catch her scent. My girl smells like sweet, sweet cherry pie. Long, lazy summers where you ride on the open road with the sun on your neck and the wind in your hair. She smells like that first sip of fresh lemonade at the end of that long ride. Like kicking off your boots and hanging your cut. Like fucking home.

“Yeah? Anything worth doing, worth doing right,” I rasp out, my voice dripping with need.

My girl’s eyes widen at my tone. She’s thinking about what else I might do right, and from the way she shifts on her stool, she fucking likes that thought.

“What kind of construction work do you do?” she asks, clearly trying to steer us to safer ground.

I smirk, but respond, “commercial mostly.” I lean back, studying her face. “Nothing too exciting.”

“Sounds more exciting than college.”

I chuckle. “What are you studying?”

“Education.” Her whole face lights up. “I love working with kids. My dream is to teach elementary school.”

Fuck, she’s real. No games with my angel. Just a nice girl who wants to help kids learn. She’s nothing like so many women I’ve been with before. Prissy city girl who just wanted a ride on thewild side. Biker groupies, after my patch. And the worst kind: the ones who drooled over me but were too damn judgmental and scared to be judged to do anything about it. Except of course, when they found out I’m a successful business owner… Then I couldn’t get them off my dick. No wonder I haven’t been with a woman in years.

I shake myself, returning to my conversation with Tyra. “You’ll be good at that.”

“How can you tell?” Again with the wide eyes and her full, kissable lips parted in surprise. Shit, I won’t be able to hold back much longer at this rate.

“You’re sitting here having coffee with a tattooed, older stranger, twice your size, who told you he’s a biker.” I meet her pretty brown eyes. “You’re kind. Open.”

“I guess… you don’t feel like a stranger,” she says, then adds hurriedly, “I mean…”

“I know what you mean, angel.”

And just then, thunder crashes outside, rattling the windows.

“Storm’s here,” I say, moving to check the weather app. “We’re officially cut off.”

Tyra follows me, standing close enough that I feel her warmth. The radar shows nothing but red and purple - this storm’s going to be a monster.

“How long will it last?”

“Few days at least.” I turn and realize we’re standingrealclose. Too fucking close.

Not fucking enough.

Tyra’s breath catches. She feels this thing between us.

“Reed…”