Talon - A Warriors MC Romance
Talon’s hand rested on my thigh, his fingers tracing absent circles as he drove, and everything felt right.
The zoo was bustling when we arrived — families everywhere, kids pointing and squealing at the exhibits. We received a few wayward looks, not that we weren’t used to them by now. People often balked at the sight of a big, lumbering biker in a leather cut carrying a tiny wild-haired toddler.
We started with the elephants, Scarlett pressing her face against the glass as one of them lumbered by, its trunk swaying lazily. Her eyes were wide with wonder, her tiny hands gripping the railing as she watched.