A Honeybun and Coffee by Sam Cheever

Author:Sam Cheever
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Rose Publishing

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A nerve shattering roar disrupted the silent, waiting atmosphere in the small house. Angie jumped and Alastair leaped to his feet. He was smiling as he punched the code into the alarm pad. Turning to Angie he said, “Our ride's here."

She scowled at him, “Alastair Honeybun, if you think I'm getting on the back of a motorcycle with you again, you are seriously out of your mind."

He grinned mischievously and pulled the front door open. Two large figures in black leather and black helmets with full face coverings were standing on the front porch. They stepped into the house, causing Angie to take a step back in panic.

Then they pulled off their helmets and she was looking at two nearly identical smiles. “You must be Angie.” Said the one she'd recognize anywhere. He held out a black gloved hand.

Angie stood with her mouth open, “I ... I ... a..."

Alastair laughed. “You can ride with Warwicke if you'd rather. He's not a bad driver. Not as good as me.” Alastair's famous racecar driving brother took Angie's suddenly sweaty hand and scoffed at his brother.

"In your dreams, Stair.” His voice was rich and husky and his eyes were a beautiful light grey color that Angie'd never seen before. His hair was a rich red gold and was cut so that it showed off his square jaw and muscular neck.

"I ... I ... um..."

The other man held out his hand too. He had a long suffering look on his red stubbled face. “I'm Godric. I know you probably don't care. I'm not a race car driver. I'm just a heart surgeon. Not very exciting I know.” His words sounded bitter but Angie saw the sparkle in his dark blue eyes and the laugh lines that told her he had a finely honed sense of humor.

"I'm nice to meet you, Godric."

He grinned. “Yes. You are. Thanks!"

There was a lot of suspicious throat clearing in the room but Angie didn't even know she'd spoken nonsense. She was totally discombobulated about meeting Warwicke Honeybun.

"Here, you'll need to wear this.” Godric handed her black leather. “And this.” She took the helmet from him.

She shrugged into the jacket and held the helmet in both hands. The thing felt like it weighed about ten pounds. Then she turned to Alastair and saw that he already had his leather jacket and helmet on.

"I'll ride with Godric.” Alastair said in his best Darth Vader voice.

Godric shook his head and dropped his helmet over his head. “That's so overdone, little brother."

"Feel the force, Godric, it's in my foot and headin’ for your ass.” The two men left the house, laughing like idiots.

Warwicke walked over to Angie and put his hands on the helmet she was clutching in front of her. “May I?"

She released the helmet, praying she hadn't left telltale sweat streaks on the dark plastic.

Warwicke placed it carefully over her head and dropped the visor. “You ready?"

Angie nodded her head mutely and gulped. He even smelled yummy. She followed him out of the house and onto the biggest black motorcycle she'd ever seen.

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