Page 51 of Raw Honey
"Nope!"
"Fine. And I suppose I am paying for the tickets as well," she teases.
"Well … I was kinda hoping that you would offer."
She shakes her head. "I'll get the tickets booked. Hopefully, we can be on a flight in a day or two. Make sure you're ready to go." She pauses and then adds, "And Honey, not a word about this to Hawk or any of the boys."
"You're not going to tell him?"Oh fuck, I can't wait to see her pull this one off.
"Absolutely not. He would lock us up before he would let us leave. Not a word!"
"My lips are sealed," I say as I turn to leave.Guess I've got some packing to do.
"And Honey?"
I turn back. "Yes?"
"Have a good time on your date tonight."
"You think I should still go?" I ask.
"Absolutely. Everything should continue as normal. Nothing should alarm Hawk or any of them that we're up to something. Got it?"
"Yep, I got it," I say and turn and leave the room.
It's 6:30 pm and I am ready to go. Emma helped me get ready and if I have to say so myself, I look damn good. Hawk should be here any minute and I am just sitting in my room nervous as hell waiting for him.
A few minutes later, Emma comes up and says, "Hawk is here."
"Oh fuck."
"Honey, stop. You are gonna have a great time." She pauses and then adds, "Now stop worrying and get your ass downstairs. Your big bad biker awaits."
I laugh and make my way to the door. Taking one last glance at myself in the mirror, I turn and walk out.Here goes.
I come down the stairs and find Hawk pacing. I have to giggle; he's nervous too. It's not like this is a blind date, but we are both acting like it. When he catches a glimpse of me coming down the stairs, he says, "Look at you. You look beautiful," and walks over and kisses me on the cheek.
"Thank you. You're looking pretty good yourself," I say.
He smiles and says, "Ready to go?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." I glance back at Emma and she's beaming. It's comical, she's acting like a mom sending her daughter on her first date. I turn back and follow Hawk out of the house.
Instead of his bike, Hawk has the club SUV. We get in and he heads toward Erie.
"So, where are we going?" I ask.
"Mi Scuzi." He pauses and then adds, "Is that ok?"
"Of course." Mi Scuzi is one of the top restaurants in Erie; it’s almost impossible to get a reservation. "How did you get a reservation so quickly?"
"Being the VP of a biker club has its privileges." He laughs and I join in.
Once we get to the restaurant the maître d' escorts us to our table. It's in a quiet corner and very romantic. We sit and Hawk says, "I hope this is alright."
"Will you stop? Everything is perfect, Hawk," I reply.
We have a wonderful dinner; they serve some of the most amazing food I have ever eaten. Once the initial awkwardness passes, we fall into easy conversation and things seem a bit more normal. He mentions something about going out again on Sunday and before I answer, I realize that I'm gonna be in Ireland on Sunday. But, obviously, I can't tell him that, so I lie and say, "That would be wonderful."
When we leave, we get in the car and he says, "So, what else would you like to do?"
I laugh. I have a feeling I know what he's hoping for, but frankly, I don't know if I am ready. And, since we are leaving tomorrow, I know that I have packing to do. "Would you mind taking me back to the house?" Seeing the disappointment on his face, I add, "I'm kinda tired." I feel bad, but I can’t tell him why. I'm a little annoyed with Emma right now, because her plan to leave tomorrow is fucking with my date, but in a way, I understand too.
"Sure, Honey. There's always Sunday," he replies.
"Yes, there is," I say encouragingly.
