Page 34 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

Yet therewasmy stalker to consider. No more flowers had shown up mysteriously, which was kind of a letdown. But a note had been on my desk Thursday. A frowny face with a single sentence that said my favorite flower was considered an endangered species.

I definitely had not gotten a sick thrill when I’d seen the note on my drafting table.

Pushing my phone into the pocket of my jacket after sending a thumbs-up emoji to let Mom know I’d seen her message and would take it seriously, I opened the door.

He was dressed in jeans, a simple black T-shirt with his MC cut over it, and a leather jacket that I knew had a huge Angel’s Halo MC across the back, and I had to lick my lips to stop myself from drooling. His work attire was enough to make my mouth water, but casual biker Elias was edible.

Smirking at my reaction, he grabbed my hand and tugged me out of the apartment. “You look beautiful, baby girl.”

A detached garage was located behind the apartment building. Using a side door, we stepped inside. Three motorcycles were parked in different bays. I barely took note of the first two before Elias stopped by the third. Securing an extra helmet on my head, he climbed on before offering me his hand.

My entire body pulsed with excitement from just looking down at him on the back of his bike. Countless times, I’d fantasized about this happening. Now that the time had come, I wanted to soak it all up.

“Princess?”

Blinking away my daze, I placed my hand in his and let him help me on behind him. When the garage bay door opened and he started his bike, I couldn’t stop my moan as the vibrations from the sexy rumble of the motorcycle traveled through my body.

“Hold on tight, baby girl.”

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Aggie’s on a Friday night was always crowded. A waitress was clearing a booth when we entered the diner, the only free place to sit. Right by the window.

Pulse picking up, I excused myself to the bathroom. After the thrill of holding on to Elias on the back of his bike, I was not going to let a little thing like panic stop me from enjoying our date. Remembering Mom’s text didn’t help.

She was just bullshitting me.

Right?

Washing my hands in cold water to stop them from sweating, I exited the bathroom.

Bulletproof windows. No reason to panic. Stop showing your crazy.

My gaze went straight to the booth, but to my surprise, Elias wasn’t sitting there. Two couples had taken the vacant spot.

“Baby girl,” Elias called, standing from a table in the very back of the diner.

Nearly sick with relief, I weaved past the other tables and booths to get to him. “This table was full when I went into the bathroom.”

“Sitting by the window makes you anxious, so I asked them to trade,” he said with a shrug, before pulling out my chair—the one against the wall so my back wasn’t to everyone.

I’m so in love with you, I think I might die if you never love me back.

CHAPTERNINETEEN

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Everything wasperfect until my crazy got tested.

Beer in hand, I watched as Chance took his shot while, behind me, Elias laughed alongside his dad over something his uncle Matt was saying. We’d taken our time over dinner, and I’d even talked him into sharing some dessert with me. When we’d gotten to the bar, it was already crowded, but his dad and uncle were at their usual pool table in the back.

Chance joined us about two hours in. It wasn’t late, but I was definitely ready for Elias to take me home. It didn’t have anything to do with the half-drunk college girls giggling at the pool table beside us, shooting him thirsty glances.

That definitely didn’t make me want to break my pool stick over their faces.

Definitely not.

His random touches only heightened my need to get him alone. Sweet little grazes of his fingers over mine when I handed him the pool stick for his turn. Or a brush of his thigh against mine. From the glimmer in his blue eyes, he knew exactly what he was doing.

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