“Perhaps, however first, I must get again into the swing of issues.”

“Fascinating,” she murmurs simply as Dad comes into view.

“A motorbike?” My smile spreads, and I soar off the steps, feeling my coronary heart pounding. “Is that…?” I look again at Ma after which to Dad.

“Your previous bike?” She nods. “Positive is, however what do you assume?”

“It’s fucking attractive.” I can hear the awe in my voice, and I don’t attempt to disguise it. “What did you do?”

Dad grins as he wipes his hand alongside the seat. “Each fucking factor. Test it out.”

I do exactly that, operating a reverent hand over the black leather-based seat, the polished chrome handlebars, and the glowing emerald paint on the gasoline tank and the saddlebags. It’s attractive. It’s superb. “Severely, that is so fucking cool.” I take a look at my mother and father with a smile, pleasure racing by my veins. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Thanks, works,” Dad teases with fun.

“Thanks. Thanks so fucking a lot.” I wrap my arms round each of my mother and father, my gaze regular on the bike, glistening within the solar. This bike was my childhood dream. It was the one factor I needed as a child, and I scrimped and saved, doing each odd job across the ranch simply to avoid wasting the cash to purchase it. Ultimately, Dad would’ve gotten it for me, however I couldn’t wait.

Leaving my bike behind damage like a motherfucker, and I didn’t even have one in Angel Harbor. Simply the van and Ace’s truck. However now she’s right here, and I’m right here, and we’re collectively once more. “Unimaginable.”

Ma’s eyes gentle up with pleasure. “You prefer it?”

“Nah, Ma. I find it irresistible.” I wrap her in a hug, lifting her off the bottom whereas she’s laughing and smacking my shoulders. “It’s good.”

It’s past good, and the one factor I would like now could be to hop on her and stretch her legs.

“Go on,” Dad thumps me on the again till I set Ma down on her ft. “Give her a great, lengthy journey. Attempt to keep out of bother whilst you’re at it.”

I flash a lopsided grin, settle for the keys, and put together to hit the street, all with an enormous smile on my face.

Hell yeah, my previous Harley is again and looking out badass with all the brand new gear. An enormous grin spreads throughout my face as I take the keys.

I swing my leg over this beast and my ass vegetation proper into the traditional leather-based seat. Feels good. I kickstart her and that acquainted rumble between my legs is music to my ears.

The roads round Opey are simply how I keep in mind them. Perhaps even higher since they’re easy with no potholes to mess up my journey. These new tires seize the pavement tight as I lean into the curves and open her up on the interstate. It’s like I by no means stopped driving these roads.

Hours cross earlier than I lastly flip the bike round and head again to Hardtail Ranch. As a lot as I need to put a dent in the entire Texas freeway system, I’ve different shit to do as we speak, beginning with a bartender—the top bartender, based on Ma—on the Barn Door and 5 years of historical past to atone for.

After going residence and rinsing off the street, I head over to the Barn Door, strolling by the doorways I wasn’t legally allowed to enter the final time I used to be right here.

I put on a crooked smile as if I already personal the place, which I sort of do and brush off the thirsty, half-naked ladies me like I’m a bit of meat they need to sink their enamel into and make my technique to the lengthy wood bar simply previous the doorway.

Grey and I snuck into this place extra occasions than I’d ever admit, so I do know precisely the place to search out Ivy. Saint steps in entrance of me about twenty ft from my vacation spot with a scowl. “Saint. Hey.”

His scowl doesn’t waver. “Don’t distract Ivy.”

I flash a large smile with what I hope is a boatload of attraction. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I simply desire a chilly drink and perhaps take a look at a couple of issues. Been gone a very long time.”

Saint barks out fun. “Bullshit. However good luck to ya, child. You’re gonna want it.”

I don’t want luck. Ivy and I’ve historical past. I simply need to meet up with her. “Thanks,” I mutter and make my technique to the bar. She’s smiling and chatting with a middle-aged couple whereas she stirs two totally different cocktails. They thank Ivy and depart a tip, giving me the proper opening.

However she spots me first, smiling like I’m nothing aside from a buyer. “What’ll or not it’s?”

“Bourbon bitter. Is that in your wheelhouse?”

“Baby’s play,” she replies, pulling the cocktail substances. “You positive that is what you need? You was once a beer man.”

“As you identified, we’re each totally different individuals. My drink selection is totally different,” I lie simply to get somewhat extra of her time.

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