The Biker's Rules
he hiccups, eyes glazed and unfocused.
He points a wobbly finger at Kiara. “And I love you (burp) too, cuz.”
Kiara titters, “See? It’s the air. No ice cream for him.”
She spreads her arms wide and taps me on the nose. I laugh again, shaky and warm.
Damion fills the doorway like a storm cloud — big, bad, mean … and sexier than sin.
Kiara points at him with a smirk. “We were just talking about you!”