Sierra’s POV
“I’ve just been assigned a task,”
I relaxed upon hearing his words. “What task?” I asked.
He raised his phone to my eye level and I read the text message. Uncle, please convince mommy to let me ride your bike.
That son of mine. I shook my head, then folded my arms.
“My son would not be getting on a motorbike. He is way too young for that,” I said, sounding just like my mother when I was young, but I didn’t care right now.
Elvis could get himself injured. What if he flew off the bike? That thought made my heart drop. “He will be with me,” Arthur said, like that was convincing enough.
“No,” I said bluntly.
“So you don’t trust my riding skills?”
I gulped, staring into his blue eyes that locked me in. Momentarily, I forgot what we were talking about. “I…” I snapped myself
