Page 16 of Biker Boo
I shift.Try to laugh.“You really don’t know who it was?”
Royal leans in just enough that I feel the heat off his hard body.It feels so familiar.It has to be him.
“I know one thing,” he says, voice eerie.“If some asshole kissed you like that… he’s gonna do it again.”
My breath catches.
“I hope he does,” I say, meaning it more than I should.
His eyes burn into mine like a dare.
Then he turns and walks away.
And that’s when Legend walks in.Leather jacket slung over one shoulder, beard freshly trimmed, and that signature swagger of a man who owns Hell.I don’t realize I’m still hugging the hoodie to my chest until his eyes land on it.
He slows.Brows furrow.“Why are you wearingmyhoodie?”he asks.
My mouth goes dry.
Royal is still within earshot, stiffening like a coil.But it’s Legend now, closing the space between us.His voice is casual, but his eyes aren’t.He’s scanning the hoodie, like trying to remember if he gave it to me… or if I took it.
And Ididtake it.
“It’s just a hoodie,” I say, too fast.
He tips his head.“Looks like mine.”
“Maybe.Everyone’s got a black hoodie.”
“Not with that tear on the sleeve.”
My fingers twitch.Shit.I didn’t even notice the tear.
I open my mouth, then close it again.
“Found it,” I lie.“Someone must’ve left it at the party last night.”
Legend doesn’t look convinced.“You weren’t at the party.”
“I found it this morning, dipshit.”
But before he can press, a door bangs open.
Derby storms in, sweaty and flushed.“Yo, Legend… trouble over in Official.”
Legend straightens.Gives me one last, long look.
He turns without another word and follows Derby out.
And I’m left standing there, heart ricocheting off my ribs.Because for a second… for adamn second… I thought it was Royal.
And now?
Now I’m wondering if it was Legend after all.
If maybe… the ghost I hunted in the woods was a lot more familiar than I thought.Maybe Legend’s tired of chasing a woman who doesn’t want him.
Maybe he’s finally chasing me.
