Page 7 of Fly's Path

Like the fool I am, I take it. “You know, I could be a rapist or a human trafficker.”

Lola shakes her head with a laugh. “No, you couldn’t. That’s the last thing you could ever be.”

I stop, planting my body in the path of traffic to protect hers. “You don’t know anything about me.”

She reaches up and sets a hand on my cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll get to know everything about you, eventually. But you’re no monster. I’d bet my life on it.”

You just did.

“My roommate is going to love you. Come on, we’ve got to hurry. She goes to work soon.”

Some people have no sense of self-preservation. How did someone like you stay alive this long?

Kiss The Biker

Sheridan

It’s hard to wrap my head around all the changes in my life in the last thirty-some-odd hours. From moving everything I own into my car and parking it at an airport, to hopping on a private jet, now sipping on a mixed drink in a mansion that Fiona’s boyfriend…the billionaire owns, the world got strange and kind of fun fast.

Until I have to head home, I’m just going to pretend this is my real life.

Yeah, right. The closest I get to mixed drinks in a mansion is lemonade from a concentrate mixed with some of Jimbo’s moonshine on that shack’s front porch. Though it will need to be in the driver’s seat of my car for the near future.

Stop. For the next couple of weeks, this is your reality. Enjoy it. Let the future worry about itself.

Fiona stands up in the middle of the living room…this is a living room, right? I’ve never seen so many couches in one space surrounding a massive coffee table.

She raises a hand, and the room gets quiet. No small feat with this many women in one spot. “Thank you all for coming to help plan Dylan’s wedding reception.”

The room explodes in cheers and wolf whistles.

“We all know her love story started with a dare and a kiss—”

“Wait, are you telling me all it takes is randomly walking up and kissing a biker to find the man you want to spend your life with?” Winnie lifts her glass. “Sign me up to start kissing some bikers.”

“It wasn’t totally like that.” Dylan blushes.

“It really was,” Cordelia says from next to her. “They’d literally just walk up and kiss each other for the longest time.”

“Are they all as fine as Rogue? ‘Cause sign me up!” Savie raises a knitting needle.

“Well, most of them are.” Greer leans over to her. “You should meet my friend Bram.”

“This isn’t a matchmaking event,” Piper almost whispers.

“We all know you don’t need a man.” Savie turns to her. “Wait, why are you here and not with your new boyfriend?”

Oh, good question.

Piper looks down and blushes.

“Ladies, we’re here to plan Dylan's reception.”

“No way. We need the details. Who is this new guy of Piper’s?” Winnie leans forward with a grin on her face.

“Valen Linckester.” Garnet reaches for the pitcher of mixed drinks on the coffee table to refill her glass.

“WHAT? Say that again.”