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“Ask me when we get back. Thanks, Penny,” he said, taking a heavy leather jacket off her. He put me up in it, unzipping the cuff to go over my cast. Falcon glanced at my feet, and Penny produced a boot for the foot that wasn’t broken.

“These are hers,” Penny replied. Falcon nodded happily as he crouched, yanked off my slipper and shoved the boot on.

“We need to talk about that!” I informed Penny. The room I was staying in was very nice, and better than anything I’d ever had. But the closet was full of new clothes, and nobody would tell me who bought them. I currently didn’t have the money to pay them back, but I would eventually.

Moments later, Falcon was shoving a helmet onto my head. “When you’re healed, you can choose whether to wear one. For now, we’re protecting you.” He eyed my broken foot and then picked me up and carried me over to his bike.

“Luca, give me a hand,” Falcon called.

Luca jogged over. “I’ve got the divorce papers you wanted and the adoption application.”

I glanced between him and Falcon as Penny giggled. “You asked for them?”

Falcon looked at me and shrugged. “Yeah. It’s time you divorced that motherfucker, so why not now. And told ya, Jayes will have my name one day.”

“You’re moving too quickly!” I shouted.

Penny snorted in amusement as Luca froze.

“I said one day. If I move too fast, you’re gonna rabbit. Myka, my telling you what’s going to happen will stop you running. Because you’ll know what to expect.”

“Which is what?”

“We’re dating, and while doing that, you’re divorcing the waste of space you married. Then, when you’re used to me, and we have your papers, we’re getting hitched. You’ll wear my property cut, and in a couple of years, we’ll have kids.”

“Just like that?” I exclaimed. Falcon made it seem so easy.

“Yup.” He was way too confident and smug.

“Because you said so?”

“Yeah. Can we ride?” Falcon’s voice took on a wheedling tone.

“How do I get on it?” I asked, giving up for now.

“Luca’s gonna pick you up.” Falcon swung onto his bike and straddled it, and heat pooled between my legs. Damn, that was a freaking vision. For a moment I imagined him on horseback, chest bare and sweaty, and swallowed hard. The image distracted me, and before I knew it, Luca had lifted me and sat me on the Harley.

“Wrap your arms around me,” Falcon ordered. I placed my right hand on his waist. Penny snorted, stepped up, and shoved my ass so I was plastered to Falcon.

“Better,” he murmured. “Hold on to me tightly.”

My cast clunked against his stomach, but Falcon didn’t complain. “We’re taking this easy, a short ride, okay? We’ll gradually extend the time as you heal. Keep your foot where Luca positioned it; the pipes get hot.”

Before I could reply, the throttle revved, the exhaust roared, and the Harley moved. With my good arm, I grasped Falcon with a death grip.

Holy crap. Who’d have guessed that riding a bike felt like being alive? I really needed a job and to buy one of these myself. At first, I’d been tense and terrified I’d fall off. But Falcon kept his word and took it steady, and I relaxed into his back. This was amazing. So freeing, and I adored it. Suddenly I was brave enough to mount a Harley, and I realised why these men and women loved it. This was a memory I’d take to my grave. No matter what happened, I’d never forget this.

It was a brief ride, too short, but when we returned, I was beaming. It had been fantastic once my fear fled. Now I understood why Jayes had been grinning so much. And a Harley was also a turn-on. That much power between your legs—oh God. Wow. The bike had a natural vibration when moving, and the intimacy of our bodies plastered together was virtually indescribable. Penny was right. I had a biker in me. What a surprise!

Chapter Twelve.

Falcon

Myka’s cheeks were flushed, and her eyes glistened with joy. I’d had a feeling she’d love riding, and I’d been right. Inwardly, I crowed. I’d not taken Myka far, and even this short journey would make her ache later. Usually, I’d suggest a bath with Epsom salts, but that might prove difficult with her arm and leg in casts.

When we returned to the compound, Cates’ police vehicle was there. Now what?

Luca heard us return and came outside as Rafe and Shelby opened the gates. I nodded and parked up, and Myka made a small noise of discontent. Luca lifted Myka off without warning, not giving her a chance to stiffen up, and carefully placed her in her wheelchair.