Page 3 of Biker Daddies

“Ahh!” Meredith dances in a circle. “That was awesome.”

“Oh my god.” Addison lets out a breath, placing her hands on her knees. “That was so nerve-racking, but damn, I feel like I’m on cloud nine.”

“Okay, Meredith. Your turn.” I guide my friends back to our little drunken oasis and Meredith settles on the cushion she placed on the ground.

She flips the coin and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t land on its side so it’s standing up.

“What’s that mean?”

“It means we pick,” Addison says, rubbing her hands together. “Tell us a truth.”

“When I was ten, I ran away from home and broke into a Chuck E. Cheese and slept there for four days. All the workers thought I was just another kid. I had the time of my life until a missing person’s report came through and my face was all over the TV.”

“No!” I toss my head back and laugh, my drink spilling over the rim of my glass. “Oh my god. You ran away from home?” I find that hard to believe. Meredith is sweet and innocent. I couldn’t see her doing anything like that.

Her smile fades and she downs her drink.

Everything becomes more serious.

“Your turn,” she tells me, handing me the coin.

“Oh no, you don’t get away that easy,” Addison says, snatching the coin. “Tell us why you ran away.”

“I’ll tell you if I land on truth the next go-around.”

Addison and I let it go, giving each other a knowing look, and the game goes on for hours.

I’m drunk and the coin is lost now. No one knows where it went and it’s my turn. I’m seeing double. There are two of everything and that can’t be good.

“Truth or dare?” Addison slurs. “Pick dare, you chicken.”

“Dare,” I snip, my eyes narrowing in triumph. “I’m no chimcken.” I mispronounce and try to correct it. “Chimcken. Chidicken.”

We all laugh at the failed attempt. We clutch our stomachs, chuckling so hard that I roll off the couch and smash against the floor.

And that only has my “friends” laughing harder.

What friends they are.

They are the best though.

“Nope, I change my mind. Truth. I want the truth.”

“Truth and a dare,” Meredith suggests. “No taksies backsies.”

“Fine.” I prop myself up on my elbow, suddenly tired. “I have a crush on my dad’s three best friends. Alto, Colt, and Bane. They are older though. My daddy’s age.”

“The three.” Meredith hiccups. “The three that always come over to help us or follow you to class.”

I nod. “So dreamy.”

“So. Dreamy.” Meredith wobbly nods her head.

“I dare you to text them and tell them how sexy you find them and…and—” Addison stands as if she’s about to give a speech. She places her hands on her hips and she loses her balance but rights herself, causing us to laugh again. “And you have to admit you have a crush on them.”

I gasp so loud I choke. “No.” I shake my head. “I can’t do that. They would hate me.”

“Or love you. I bet they want Daddy’s little princess more than you think.” Meredith yawns. “Forbidden fruit and all.”

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