Semua Bab The Biker's Rules: Bab 51 - Bab 60

“Oh.” He takes a thoughtful sip of coffee. “Yeah, Anton at the gate brought it up earlier. Big red thing. Floaty. Dramatic. I stuck it in your room. You were in the shower, and I figured barging in would get me murdered or arrested. Or both.”This time, I roll my eyes so hard they nearly detach. “Na

Ren takes my arm, but instead of heading inside, I veer off like a nervous seagull and plop down on one of the wooden benches lining the pier. I want to do what I have to do in private … not in the restaurant.The air smells like salt, diesel, and fried seafood dreams. Gulls scream overhead like the

Faded jeans cling to her like they were tailored by sin itself. A loose emerald top brings out her smoldering apple-green eyes. Whiskey-colored hair falls over one shoulder as she flips it back, flashing a smile that could single-handedly end winter.But it’s her arm that really cooks my goose.Hook

“Oh, please,” she snorts, leaning in like she’s about to drop some gospel truth. “Can I tell you why she’s cozying up to Mr. Hot-as-hell over there instead of sitting here with your sorry ass?”“Not interested,” I say fast, because I already know the answer, and I’m a coward when it comes to these t

The beach.If I hit it just right … and pray to every god I’ve ever insulted … we might lowslide instead of cartwheel.Might.I aim for the sand. At the very last second, I force the bike sideways and let the wheels give out beneath us.The impact rips the breath straight out of my chest.We slide —