Page 51 of One Golden Summer

“I think we’ll find, if we continue scratching the surface, we really don’t have a lot in common.” Kirsty fidgeted with her fork.

“I would like to note, both of our rom-coms star Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.” Saffron punctuated the sentence with an emphatic finger punching the air. “If we agree on absolutely everything, where would the spark come from?”

“Not from water, that’s for sure.”

“Right. Been there. Done that.” Saffron made a check mark in the air. “Just tap water from here on out.”

“Will you be able to survive, do you think?”

Saffron clutched her shirt as dramatically as she could. “I don’t have a choice.”

“You’re being so brave.” Kirsty placed a hand on Saffron’s thigh.

If I were indeed brave, I’d lean over and kiss you to test yourwe can never be more than party planner/clientresolve.

Instead, Saffron refused to draw attention to the hand, because she didn’t want the contact to end.

A thought struck her. “Did I tell you Michelle, my assistant, shipped my motorbike? Have you ever ridden one?”

Kirsty shook her head.

“Since you taught me to kayak, I’d like to return the favour and take you for a ride.” Saffron had to force one image out of her mind. “On my motorbike.”

“I thought we just agreed to keep our relationship strictly professional.”

“We can still be mates, can’t we?”Please say yes.

“Mates?”

“Yes. I get that you want nothing more. But, there’s nothing like riding a bike. Come on. It’ll be fun.” Saffron held her breath, waiting.

“I’ll think about it.”

Saffron could only concentrate on the idea of Kirsty wrapping her arms around Saffron, holding on and not letting go. By the glint in Kirsty’s eyes, there might be hope Saffron wasn’t alone in this fantasy.

Chapter 17

It turned out Saffron wasn’t very good at taking no for an answer. It probably wasn’t something she heard often. She hadn’t given up, texting Kirsty the previous day after their party planning lunch to arrange a bike ride.

Kirsty was torn. She didn’t want to give Saffron the wrong impression. That she was interested. But she was only human.

It wasn’t every day that Saffron Oliver fromGirl Raceroffered to take you on a bike ride, was it?

Meet me downstairs in five. I hope you’re ready for a thrill. x

It wasn’t the first suggestive text Saffron had sent her. Kirsty hoped Monday had gone some way to smoothing things over, that they were on the same page now. Sort of. Friends with a sell-by date of whenever Saffron went back to her normal life. That was how Kirsty was going to view it.

She walked down her stairs and outside, just as the kick of an engine split the air. If she’d been in the shop, she might have tutted. However, Kirsty could do nothing but gawp as Saffron pulled up outside Wine Time. She clicked the motorbike stand onto the ground and swung a leather-clad leg onto the pavement, quickly followed by the other.

Kirsty’s throat went dry. This was her ultimate dream fantasy. Every fibre of her being wanted to jump up and down.

Saffron Oliver had come to take her for a ride. In her bike leathers.

Kirsty had officially won the lesbian lottery.

Saffron took off her helmet and shook her hair free.

Kirsty gulped. Her clit sprang to life.