Lachlan POV
“Son,” my mother called out as I walked with my back to her, watching the bus that just drove away with my girl.
I was going to have to find a way to fix that habit. I needed to be with her, and had I realized that things would have gone so smoothly on this trip, I would have ridden with Mr. Walker, leaving my bike at home.
“What’s up?” I reluctantly turned around as the bus disappeared from my view.
“You just let your woman ride that bus… Alone?” she arched a brow at me, pinning me with an incredulous expression. “I mean, sweetie, the sun is about to set. By the time she gets home, it’s going to be dark. She lives in the city, correct?”
“Yes, but my bike is here.”
“That death trap is more important than the girl you’ve repeatedly told me you’re going to marry,” her ey
