The Biker's Rules
He looks to Kiara for confirmation, like I might be lying about my own uterus.
“She is,” Kiara confirms.
Apparently satisfied, Ilkay starts the truck and pulls away.
And just like that, Christmas is officially underway.
Halfway there, Ilkay’s phone detonates through the truck’s Bluetooth, rudely murdering the song on the radio mid-chorus. The dashboard lights up like a Vegas marquee.
Jackson.
Ilkay taps the steering wheel. “Hey,” he says, voice booming with fake cheer. “Nice of you to remember I exist.”