Summer’s POV
After we ordered food, Lena disappeared into her bedroom to get ready.
I sat on the sofa and stared at the television without actually watching it.
My phone rested beside me.
I picked it up.
Opened my messages.
Closed them.
Opened my calendar.
Closed it.
Opened i********:.
Closed it almost immediately.
I was bored.
Restless.
Uncomfortable.
My mind kept searching for something to occupy itself with.
Unfortunately, it found him.
The biker.
I immediately sat up straighter.
No.
Absolutely not.
I was not thinking about him.
I had too many actual problems.
A divorce.
A job.
A ruined marriage.
A billionaire boss who had suddenly decided to speak to me.
I had enough things to think about without adding a mysterious man in a mask to the list.
And yet…
My min
