Page 34 of A Biker for Noelle

Confused, I ask, “You have something for me?”

“Yeah. Put your coat on.”

It’s then I notice everyone is looking suspicious.

Torin’s face, however, gives nothing away.

“All right.” I follow Torin over to the door and slip my coat on. I let him take my hand and lead me outside. “What is going—” My sentence is cut short when I look at what is sitting in the driveway. It’s a brand-new Range Rover Sport SUV. “Oh my God!”

“What ya think?” Torin asks.

“It’s my dream car, Torin.” I look at the Range Rover in awe.

“I know. You told me.”

I turn my attention away from the car and look at Torin. A few days ago, Torin and I were discussing my piece of crap car and how I wanted to fix it up so he didn’t have to give me a ride everywhere I wanted to go and because Zack would be starting school soon. He asked me if I could have any car, what would it be, and I told him I wanted a Range Rover Sport. I never thought, in a million years, he’d buy me one.

“Torin, you didn’t.”

A grin spreads across his handsome face. “I did. There is no way I was lettin’ you continue to drive that death trap.”

He barely gets the last word out of his mouth before I throw myself at him. Torin’s arms immediately wrap around me.

“I’m so happy,” I say with tears running down my face. “Thank you.”

“Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas, Torin.”