Page 25 of Beckett the Bad Boy
“I don’t know. Maybe. This is the closest I’ve ever felt to love and forever.Youare the closest I’ve ever felt to those things. Are you willing to see this through? Are you willing to take a chance on me?”
A scoff of laughter bubbles from her chest before she covers her lips.
“Sorry, when I'm nervous I laugh. Ramble and laugh… Oh, god, I'm doing it again.” She stops and takes a deep breath.
“Love is what I’ve yearned for from the moment I moved to Suitor’s Crossing. Caroline, Amelie… They took risks and found love.Heart sparksfound them when they least expected it.Truthfully, I’ve been envious of their good fortune, even if it makes me a bad friend.”
“You’re not a bad friend,” I defend her automatically.
A self-deprecating smile hooks along one side of her mouth. “Thanks, but that’s beside the point. What I’m trying to say is that yes, I’m willing to see where this goes. I’ve had a crush on you for months.”
“My little stalker,” I tease.
“Oh, god, shut up.” She playfully pushes at my shoulder, but I don’t let it stop me from leaning forward and capturing her lips with mine. Relishing the sweet taste of my girl.
“I like that you’re obsessed with me, baby. It makes me feel like I’m not alone in this crazy obsession I have for you.”
“You're definitely not, and now I don't have to feel guilty for staring so much when you train outside the fire department.”
Chuckling, I brush my thumb over her bottom lip. “I’ll be sure to put on a good show for you. It’s only fair since I love watching you, too.”
And touching her.
And kissing her.
I want everything with my curvy little rambler.
I may not know the first thing about love, relationships, and forever, but with Beth by my side, I’m confident I’ll figure it out.
There’s no other choice when she’s myheart spark.
EPILOGUE
BETH
ONE YEAR LATER
The rumble of motorcycles fills the air before engines cut off and nature’s song slowly returns to the idyllic space. Our book club decided that today would be perfect for a ride through the mountains with our men before stopping for a picnic at one of the scenic overlooks.
Reaper’s Wolves MC guys unpack food and drinks with the help of my friends and a few biker bunnies who hang out at the clubhouse. The only one missing from our group is Kat, who insisted she already had plans, though I wonder if she just didn’t want to feel like the eleventh wheel as the single girl out.
Not that every MC guy or biker bunny is paired up, but our core book club is, and I worry Kat feels like she doesn’t fit in anymore.
“Hey, you okay?” Beckett reaches back to squeeze my thigh.
I should probably unwrap myself from where I cling to his muscular form after an exhilarating ride on the back of his motorcycle. Instead, I cling tighter and sigh.
“Yeah… Just concerned about Kat.”
He removes his helmet then tips his head to the side so our eyes meet.
Understanding washes through the silver. I’ve shared how lonely and out of place I felt last year during book club, so he’s aware of why I empathize so much with Kat.
“You’ve got a good heart, baby.” His hands carefully unlatch my helmet and set it aside before pressing a soft kiss to my frowning mouth. “Kat will find someone. Maybe you can help her out. I’ve got plenty of single friends.”
He wags his eyebrows suggestively knowing just how to brighten my mood.
Easing off the bike, I shake my head. “No way. I tried matchmaking before when I set Caroline up on that blind date. What a disaster that turned out to be.”