Page 66 of Joy Ride

“Rivet might not have that kind of time.You can catch up if you really care to, but I’d rather you didn’t get involved in our mess.”With that, Joy sprinted for the door and toward Hot Rides, where her motorcycle was stored.It was a hell of a lot faster than her mini, electric mom-mobile.

She punched in the code to the side door and ducked under the rolling aluminum as soon as it was high enough off the ground for her to limbo under.By the time she’d strapped on her helmet and gloves then started the bike, she was clear to go.

Joy leaned forward, glad that even if they were terrible soul mates, Dane and Walker were excellent mechanics.Her café racer streaked along the blacktop driveway, shooting her toward Middletown and, hopefully, Rivet.

Please don’t let me be too late!

As she sped past Gavyn’s house, she tried not to look.When she did anyway, she caught a glimpse of Walker standing there, his hands on the railing, his head hung while a random assortment of their friends surrounded him.Whether they were trying to soothe him or scold him, she couldn’t tell.

Van and Jordan leapt down the stairs and dashed toward Van’s monster black truck.They were probably going to mobilize the security team like they’d suggested.But they were headquartered at Kason’s mountain lodge on the other side of Lake Logan.

Too far away to wait for.

It might be that she’d end up with some help eventually.But life had taught her not to count on it.Not even from the men she thought she could trust the most.She should have known better than to fall in love with them all over again.They weren’t made for commitment—well, maybe to each other, but not to her and, apparently, not to Arden either.

This time she vowed to learn that lesson for good.

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