Chapter Fourteen
NicoThe forty-minute drive to the bar on the outskirts of Yountville where the monthly meeting takes place goes too fast, and I hate the loss of her body when she slides off the bike. She pauses at the door, worrying her lower lip.
“What is it?” I ask gruffly, stomach sinking as I prepare for her request.
“So… inside…”
“Yes?” I prompt. I’ve already noticed that when she’s nervous, she doesn’t cut to the chase the way she does the rest of the time. She toes a rock with the tip of her boots. “Let me guess,” I fill in. “You want me to make myself scarce.”
My voice must convey my disappointment, because her eyes snap to mine. “It’s not like we’re on a date. We’re not even partners,” she adds defensively.
I open my hands. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make myself scarce.
