Dream Chasers by Becky Melby

Author:Becky Melby
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2012-04-22T16:00:00+00:00

Twelve

Check your facts; know your sources. The line had been drummed into her in school. She knew it like she knew her own name. Why in the world had she chosen this particular time to listen to her mother? She should have checked the public records. But the picture was evidence. It hadn’t crossed her mind to question it. Who took wedding pictures before a wedding?

April’s eyes opened, her jaw locked tight. Beneath the pineapple-shaped globe of a streetlamp, the blue on the Harley glowed like Caribbean water. Seth’s eyes appeared more black than brown—polished ebony, fixed on hers, holding her captive.

“You. . .didn’t. . .get married?”

He shook his head. His eyes danced. “Still Bachelor.”

He was playing with her, relishing her humiliation, yet the message that came through his teasing smile was unexpected. Grace. He wasn’t mad. She’d cornered him like a deranged banshee, but he wasn’t mad.

“I came frighteningly close to marrying the wrong woman, but I didn’t.”

The tears rolled over their banks, topping humiliation with fresh embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” She fished a tissue out of her pocket.

Seth stood and took a step toward her. “You and I are getting to be experts at new beginnings, aren’t we?”

All she could do was nod.

“Are you up for a moonlight ride?”

Wiping her nose, she nodded again, still fixed on the midnight glint in his eyes. A smile finally unparalyzed her face. “Promise you won’t get all astronomical on me?”

“Five minutes of moon phases, max. Maybe ten on Mercury. If we stay up late enough, we’ll be able to see it in the northwestern sky.” He grinned, turned, and unlatched the trunk compartment, pulling out a half helmet, two black leather jackets, and two pairs of gloves. His own helmet hung from a silver hook beneath the trunk. “Pays to keep a spare.” He held out the helmet, but when she grabbed it, he didn’t let go. “Before the thought hits your pretty head, this did not belong to my ex-fiancée.”

“Thank you.” His reassurance hadn’t come before the thought, but it did put it to rest.

April walked around to the opposite side of the bike as she zipped the jacket and fastened the strap on the helmet. “I love this color.”

“Suede Blue Pearl.”

“Anniversary edition, huh?” She ran her hand across the curve of the gas tank.

Seth stopped, one hand partway into a leather glove. “You do know something about Harleys.”

April glanced down at the Harley logo, silver wings upturned against an orange and black background. Above the wings was printed 105 Years; below them, it said, “1903–2008.”

“Yep, I know my bikes.”

“I’m impressed.” Seth tucked his sleeves into his gauntlet gloves. “Ready?”

“All set.”

He turned and reached out for the left grip. His hand stopped in midair. Turning, he grinned at her then touched his gloved fingertips to the anniversary logo. “I really, really hate being gullible. It’ll be a wilder ride because of that, you know.” He swung his leg over the seat.

April stepped onto the foot pad. Holding onto Seth’s shoulder, she hopped on.

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