“It’s a su
rprise.” Lefty smirked.
Gia frowned. “I don’t like surprises.”
“You will when they come from me. You’re going to learn I’m different from anyone else
you’ve ever known.”
“Trust me, I already know that.”
“Zip it and go get some riding shoes.”
“Bossy.”
“Someone needs to take control with you or you’ll walk all over them.”
“If I can walk over a man, he’s too weak for me.”
“Luckily, you won’t have that problem with me then, huh?” He winked.
She walked away without responding. He was cocky as hell and she loved it because he
could back it up. Every day he showed her how much he cared. It was becoming addictive. She made her way into his room and dug out her favorite pair of dark brown cowboy boots. Then she returned to the living room.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her from the house.
Ignoring the voice that told her to pull away…she allowed it. As she leaned into Lefty’s
body, she could almost see Taffy give a nod of approval.
As they weaved through the mid-day traffic, it hit her. I’m used to riding on the back of his bike. It was a big deal to ride bitch and she’d made a habit of it. The slow smile that crept over her lips was the first nail in the coffin of resistance and denial. The further they drove from the city, the more she wondered where they were going. The city gave way to dessert. The beige, sandy land was broken by bushes and sparse grass. They drove up an incline and she gasped, squeezing his waist tight. A few feet away, a small black helicopter sat waiting for them with a pilot. Outside, a wicker picnic basket rested on a red blanket with a flask resting on the top. They parked and pulled off their helmets.
Lefty glanced over his shoulder and grinned. “If I’m going to do something, you best believe I’m going to do it right.”
“I don’t even know what to say,” Gia whispered.
“Say, thank you, Colm.”
“Thank you, Colm.”
“Anything for my old lady.”
“Colm—”
He placed a finger to her lips and shook his head. “Nothing you say is going to change the fact that it’s true. You’re on the back of my bike, in my bed, and in my house. You want to go slow…fine. You want to keep it between us for now? Done. But do me the favor of admitting it now.”
She took a deep breath. “What do you want me to say, Colm? That I’m yours? Why do you
need everything?”
“Because not too long ago, you were asking my best friend to give you what I should’ve
been giving you all along. Makes a man need some reassurance.”
Gia sighed. “It wasn’t like that. D is safe, was safe. There’s no real emotion there. It’s not like with you, Colm. You’re dangerous.”
“We’re both dangerous.”