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Harley starts with a ferocious rumbling
but instantly relax once we reach the highway leading us to town.
    I don't know
where we're eating, and I don't particularly care. Life is about knowing when
to let go and when to hold on. Right now, I'm doing both.
    We ride along
the quiet roads, and I trust Court will bring me home safely. Or at least I trust
my dad will kill him if the date ends badly. Revenge sounds nice, and I imagine
Jared as Liam Neeson hunting down the bad guys Taken -style. Despite the cool
imagery in my head, I'm essentially fantasizing about a movie where I'm the
victim, and that's just weird.
    We stop at
Rolling Roni’s Ribs, and I'm instantly struck by the scent of slow-cooking
meat. My stomach growls while I stumble off of the Harley. An amused Court
studies me as I regain my land legs.
    "Weird to
think Jared's kid can't ride bitch on a bike without looking..."
    "Looking
what?" I ask, giving him a dark glare. "Pace yourself carefully here,
bud."
    Grinning, Court
climbs off the Harley and fixes a wild clump of my hair.
    "Looking
prettier than sin is what I was gonna say."
    "Oh, I
know it was," I say, giving him a grin.
    Court and I
walk past lines of cars and bikes plus two motor homes. Feeling bold, I take
his hand. He doesn't even look at me. Mister Too Cool for School won't let go
of my hand, though.
    "Is this
your first date headquarters?" I ask as he opens the door for me.
    "Oh, yeah.
I bring all the ladies here. I have little tests prepared too. I should have
warned you to study up."
    Squeezing his
hand, I smile up at him. "I'm so excited to see my prize if I pass."
    Court grins.
"You should be. It's huge."
    "It’s a
good thing I brought a ruler then."
    Laughing, Court
barely acknowledges the waitress leading us to a booth. I slide across from him
and take in the atmosphere. The place is rough from the battered leather booths
to the celebrity mug shots on the walls. Overhead, speakers play blues and
country. The menu is all meat with a few afterthoughts side dishes.
    "This
place makes you sexier," I say, teasing the perspiration drops on my
glass. "Smart move bringing chicks here."
    "I'm a
smart guy."
    "I see
that."
    I order a half
rack of ribs while he wants an entire rack. After he shows me the various spicy
sauces on the table, Court just watches me. I watch him back, and we fall into
a staring contest. Wanting to win so badly, I finally lick my lips slowly and
force him to lower his gaze.
    "Men,"
I say, smiling triumphantly.
    "I
considered cheating too, but I’ve got honor."
    "Save your
self-pity," I tease, reaching across the table to take his hand. On his
wrist, I find five small X tattoos. "Does that mean you've killed five
people?"
    Court says
nothing, and I think maybe I was too right. Giving him an out, I run my finger
over the tattoos.
    "Or is
five the number of women you've slept with?"
    A smile slides
slow and sexy across his handsome face. "Five? Sure, baby, if that's what
makes you happy."
    "The funny
thing is, stud, five is the number of chicks I've banged too."
    Court's smile grows,
and I suspect another part of him does too. "Really?"
    "Sure,
baby, if that's what makes you happy."
    "You're a
funny chick. Your dad is funny too."
    "His
mustache is better."
    "Yeah, but
you're young. Give yourself a few years to let it grow in."
    Stroking my
non-existent mustache, I share his grin.
    "What's
with all your rings?" I ask, running my fingers over his. "Are you
high-maintenance?"
    "Little
bit, yeah."
    "What
about the chick you made a baby with? Did you ever make an honest woman out of
her?"
    Court gives me
a smile, but his eyes radiate irritation. "A million guys could marry
Becca, and there'd still never be anything honest about her."
    "Meow,"
I say, tracing the gem on one of his rings. "If she's so bad, why did you
plow her and make a kid?"
    "I was
seventeen."
    "So you'd
pretty much plow anyone, huh?"
    Court grins. "Yeah,
basically."
    "Are your
standards higher now?"
    Court takes my