“Semantics,” he scoffs and I bite my lip to keep my laughter at bay.
“Not really. It would actually be a smart idea to not pick your favorite color. I mean, if you had to stare at it all day long everywhere you went, you might get sick of it so that’s why you would choose…”
“Like a gray-ish blue, I guess,” he grumbles and I can’t help but laugh as I reach across the cab and nudge him. He shakes his head. “What?”
“You can totally tell that your mom is an artist just from that answer.”
He scowls at me. “How?”
“Most guys would say gray or blue but you got real specific.”
“My turn,” he replies, ignoring my comment and I roll my eyes as I nod. “Name a cheesy ass song that you have memorized.”
“Oh, this one is easy,” I say as I turn toward him more and start singing. “Maybe it’s intuition, but some things you just don’t question, like in your eyes I see my future in an instant and there it goes, I think I found my best friend…”
“What the hell is that?” He laughs, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind but also… kind of like he likes it.
“Are you kidding me?” I exclaim, trying my best to look horrified through the silly grin on my face. I feel weightless each time he flashes me that grin of his and it feels impossible that we just met because talking to him is so easy and feels so right. “It’s “I Knew I Loved You” by Savage Garden. Classic nineties love ballad.”
He shakes his head. “You and I listen to very different music from the nineties. I like good stuff.”
“Hell no. You can’t judge it before you listen to the whole thing,” I say as I grab his phone and look up the song. As the music begins playing, I hold the phone up above my head and sway back and forth as I sing the lyrics again. When the chorus hits, I clench my fists and really sell it. “I knew I loved you before I met you, I think I dreamed you into life. I knew I loved you before I met you, I have been waiting all my life.”
“All right, I think that’s enough,” he says, grinning as he grabs the phone from my hand and shakes his head. He turns the music off and glances over at me. “Your turn.”
Keeping in theme with my first question, I flash him a mischievous look. “If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life…”
“Nope,” he interrupts. “Ask something else.”
“Come on,” I urge and he shakes his head, looking amused but the look in his eyes tells me he’s not going to give in. I sigh. “Okay… If you found a suitcase full of money, what would you do with it?”
“Give it to the club so we could help more people.”
I tilt my head to the side as I study him. Most people would choose taking it to the police or keeping it for themselves but I really like that he would choose to help others. My thoughts drift to the amount of money currently sitting in my bank account. Maybe once we get to Baton Rouge, I can donate some money to the club. Back when I was in college, I remember hearing stories about how the Devils had turned things around and it’s nice to see that they were true.
“Is it my turn?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts and I nod. “What are you thinking right now?”
“I was thinking about the stories I used to hear about y’all back when I was in college. When we lived in Baton Rouge when I was kid, the way people talked about the club… they were terrified. You’d never catch certain people on that side of town but I love how much has changed and I’m kind of overwhelmed thinking about all the girls you’ve helped.”
“I get that way sometimes, too,” he replies. “It’ll hit me out of nowhere how many lives we’ve had a hand in saving and it makes the ones we couldn’t help just a little bit easier to bear.”
“Have there been a lot?” I ask, reaching across the truck and laying my hand on his arm. He glances down at it before sucking in a breath.
“No, not a lot but more than we’d like.” Sadness and regret clouds his eyes as he stares out at the interstate, almost like he is somewhere else right now and I want to do something to help him.
“I think it’s my turn to ask another question.”
He glances over at me and offers me a grateful smile. “Shoot.”
“Where would you rate yourself as a kisser on a scale from one to ten?” I ask and his brows shoot up as a slow smile stretches across his face, all hints of pain gone.
“You been thinking about kissing me, sweetheart?”
I shake my head. “No. Who said that? I just asked if you were good at it.”
“Mmhmm. Well, I’ve never had any complaints,” he says and I roll my eyes as I cross my arms over my chest. My eyes fall to his mouth for just a moment before meeting his eyes again but from his wide smile, I know he caught me.
“That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe all the girls you kissed before were just polite and didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
“Maybe,” he muses, his gaze flicking between me and the road. “Guess you’ll just have to test it out yourself to really know for sure.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks and goose bumps break out along my flesh. “I suppose so.”
“Now it’s my turn.” He flashes me a wolfish grin and butterflies flap around in my stomach as I nod. Oh, God. What is he going to ask? “What are your three favorite places on your body to be kissed?”
My lips part and I suck in a breath as a shiver works its way down my spine. Without warning, an image of him leaning in and pressing his lips to my neck fills my mind and I squirm in my seat. “You’re going to go there?”
“Oh, no, darlin’. You went there, I’m just following along.” He arches a brow in challenge and I stare at him, debating my answer as I chew on my bottom lip. Even though I started our conversation in this direction, a mix of emotions run through me as I drop my gaze to my lap. The more time we spend together, especially in this truck, the more I like him. My mind drifts back to Baton Rouge and I remember going out to clubs with Mercedes before Rick and I started dating. I always felt a little bolder around her so I summon a little bit of that now as I meet his gaze with a smirk.
“I guess you’ll just have to find out for yourself.”
He grins, his gaze falling down my body before quickly returning to my face and a slight blush stains his cheeks. Well, hell. Who would have guessed I could make the biker blush? “I’m really looking forward to that.”
“Okay,” I breathe, my cheeks heating and my nipples pebbling as I turn to look out of the window in an effort to cool down. “I think it’s time to change the subject.”
“I’ve got a question for you.”
I turn back to him. “What?”
“It’s an important one,” he teases and I nod as he pins me with a serious look. “Name your top three favorite movies.”
“Okay,” I say as I start counting them out on my fingers. “Selena, Titanic, and Hope Floats.”
He scoffs. “How about a recent movie?”
“I liked Guardians of the Galaxy,” I tell him.
“Babe, Guardians of the Galaxy came out a while ago.”