Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Not that there were many cars.
His father was still investigating all the security cameras in the guise of helping Ryan. The club wanted to know who would dare run down a Satan’s Croft resident without any consequences. So far, none of them could see any cars that weren’t accounted for.
Lily had given them a brief description of it looked like a standard five-seater car, brown, and it hurt like hell.
Her words, and it wasn’t exactly easy. She didn’t see the make or model.
The fact she didn’t have time to see those little details, told them exactly how fast they were, which didn’t exactly settle his dad’s nerves.
Arriving at the bar, he saw several of the club bikes already parked. If they weren’t partying at the clubhouse, they were always at the Cove, which was Satan’s Croft’s only bar.
The small town didn’t require much, and rarely did anyone set up a competing business. If it wasn’t for the club’s investment, this town would have gone bankrupt years ago.
Chloe climbed off the bike and used the seat to help her gain her balance. “That was amazing.” She drew out the last word with a laugh.
“You can’t ever sit on the back of anyone else’s bike.”
“I can’t.”
“No.”
“Why the hell not?” she asked.
“You do look so cute when you’re angry.”
“You think this is angry, you haven’t seen nothing.” Like old times, she grabbed his waist and pressed a kiss to his lips.
It was so sudden and natural, it made him pause.
She jerked back. “Shit, I’m so sorry.”
“We’re on a date. You’ve got nothing to apologize for.”
“With how close we were it seemed so natural to just kiss you.”
“You don’t have to make excuses. I’ve got really kissable lips.” He puckered up.
“Come on, before those lips get you into trouble.”
She did another little surprise. She grabbed his hand, and they walked together into the bar.
The place was packed with dancing bodies, the heat already getting to them. Most of them were sweaty, grinding against each other.
“I always imagined this place was empty, you know?”
“Nah, a lot of people love to get their shit on,” he said. Gripping her hand a little tighter, he pulled her toward the bar, and once he got enough room, he placed her in front of him, holding her shoulders as she led him to where the bar was. He ordered her a beer, and himself some water.
“Water?”
“You think I’m going to risk you? I don’t drink and drive.” And especially after just getting his baby back.
“You have become all responsible, haven’t you?”
“Can’t help it, babe, comes with the territory.”
Their drinks were served, and he downed his in one, while Chloe sipped at hers.
With how many people were in the bar, they had no choice but to stand close together. The music was pulsing, almost vibrating the ground.
“You want to dance?” she asked.
“Finish your beer first.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“I don’t want to risk it being roofied.”
“That’s a thing here as well?”
He tensed up. “Someone roofied you?”
“No, not me personally. You know it happens. I’ve never heard of it in town.”
“You’d be surprised how times change a lot of people.”
“Not all that surprised actually.” She grabbed his arm. “Like this. You work out a lot, don’t you?”
She didn’t grope his muscle, simply squeezed and let go.
“It’s a way to relieve the tension.”
“Tension?”
“I don’t date, and when I think about all I lost, it stops me from pummeling the first guy I meet to death.” He laid a hand on her hip, wanting so badly to be anywhere but here.
Chloe downed her beer, all in one, which he’d never seen her do before. She took his hand.
“Let’s dance.”
She once again had his hand, and they were able to push their way between the sweaty, pulsing bodies.
Alfie wasn’t looking forward to dancing, but with how close everyone was, he didn’t have a problem holding onto Chloe in any way.
Hands on her hips, he pulled her in close, staring into her blue eyes.
“It has been a long time.”
“My mom wants me to date you before she will consider being with your dad again.”
Alfie frowned. “What?”
“You mentioned about us getting our parents back together. I’ve seen the way they look at each other, and I don’t want to be responsible for tearing them apart. Not anymore.”
“What does that have to do with us dating?”
“Mom wants to know I can stand to be around you without it tearing me apart.” She nibbled her lip.
“Is the only reason you invited me to this date for them?” Alfie asked.
He’d thought he had a real shot at all of this, and now he was being told differently.
“No,” she said.
“No?”
She laughed. “I thought it was, but it’s not. I … can we just dance please and talk after?”
“On one condition.”
“What?” she asked.
“I get to kiss you.”
“You’re negotiating for a kiss?”