Seraphina.The bike tore down the roads, wind whipping my hair under the helmet. Leah drove like she had nothing to lose. I kept my arms locked around her waist, the leather of her jacket warm against my skin. My emerald dress bunched up around my thighs, probably ruined, but for once I didn’t care.We pulled into a gravel lot outside a neon-lit diner called “The Midnight Spoon.” Leah killed the engine and swung off first, offering her hand. I took it, legs shaky from the ride and everything else.“Easy, princess. Pie fixes most things. The rest is bullshit anyway.” She grinned, hazel eyes catching the light. Up close under the diner sign, she looked even sharper—strong jaw, short dark hair tousled from the helmet, a faded scar cutting through one eyebrow. Tall, athletic, the kind of effortless sexy that turned heads without trying. A stud, through and through.Inside, the place smelled like coffee and grease. Leah ordered cherry pie for both of us and black coffee strong enough to wa
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