“So, what do you think?” Lila cradled her smartphone between her ear and her shoulder as she reached for the bottle of her favorite Chilean Cabernet and filled her wine glass.
“I think it’s fantastic, Lila. You have this in the bag. There’s no possible way they can pass. It directly impacts student safety,” Cammie said.
Lila had been running ideas by her friend for the past few months, and her input on the school sports safety project had been invaluable. Cammie grew up in this town, and knew a lot of the bigwigs on the school board. She had some great insight into what buzzwords they’d want to hear. Lila had wanted to run the final proposal by her last night, but with the way her shift went, time ran away from her.
“Thanks, Cammie. Let me run through it one more time. I’m not thrilled with the way I worded the part about coaches allowing students to return to play with a possible concussion.”
Cammie’s laughter floated through the phone. “No, Lila. I’m cutting you off. We ran through it three times. You have it nailed. You need to put it away, and go drink some wine before you psych yourself out. Practice it one more time tomorrow before you present, and you’ll do great. I’ll be there to cheer you on. Maybe I can even dig out my old Crystal Rock High cheerleading outfit. Seems fitting.”
“You were a cheerleader? Why am I not surprised?” Lila appreciated her friend’s attempts to talk her off the ledge. Panic had set in about midday as she finished writing up the pitch. Lila had put her heart and soul into this project, and the idea of it not succeeding was unacceptable.
“Hey! Don’t be a hater just because you were in the polo club or whatever it was you rich kids did after school.”
“Excuse me, spirit girl, I was not in the polo club. But you’re right. I’m putting it away for the rest of the night. Thanks for the ear, Cam.”
“My pleasure, Doc. See you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight.” Lila took a sip from her glass, and leaned her head back against the couch. The wine was delicious, and she let her mind wander as the light, oaky flavor with a hint of cherry tickled her senses.
It was vital to her that the school board accept this project. For the first time since she’d moved to Arizona from Washington, DC, actually for the first time in her life, she had something that was all her own. Something she’d put thought, and hours of hard work into without the backing of her father’s money or the influence of his name.
She’d had plenty of reasons for leaving home, and no plans to return. Being out from under the influential power of her parents was freeing. In addition, Lila found fulfillment being on the staff of a small town hospital. The position challenged her more than she had anticipated, coming from a busy metropolitan medical center. And now she had the opportunity to take something she was passionate about and turn it into a reality. Getting too nervous about the presentation would be the kiss of death, so she needed to remain calm.
“Do not think about kissing, Lila,” she scolded herself out loud. Throughout the day her thoughts had drifted back to the previous night’s events, the kiss from Striker in particular.
She couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason she was so drawn to the man. Well there was the fact that he was gorgeous, with a body that belonged in the biker calendar she’d found herself sneaking a peek at in the bookstore last week. But what concerned her was the knowledge that she was attracted to more than his looks. She loved the way he made her feel when he looked at her and spoke to her—sexy, desired and just a little bit naughty.
Was that the reason she was drawn to him like a fish to the sea? Because he was so different from any man who’d shown an interest in her in the past? Was this a bit of rebellion bucking against her conservative and formal upbringing? She sighed. This wasn’t a problem she’d solve tonight, so she’d try to let it go for now.
A loud pounding on the door yanked Lila out of her musings. Her heart lodged in her throat, and her hand flew up to reach for her phone, prepared to dial 9-1-1.
“Stitch! Open up! It’s an emergency!”
Lila felt faint as relief coursed through her when she recognized Jester’s voice. He continued to bang on the door without pause, while calling for her. Used to handling emergencies, and the rush of adrenaline that accompanied them, Lila collected herself, and ran to the door.
“What the hell is going on?” she asked as she threw the door open. Her eyes landed on Striker and she saw heat flare in his face.
“Damn, girl.” Jester whistled, as he raked his dark, nearly black eyes up and down her body.
Lila followed his gaze and glanced down. Shit! In the excitement of having unexpected late night visitors, she’d forgotten she wore nothing more than a skimpy tank top and boy short panties.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole.” Striker’s expression was lethal. “Lila, we need your help, right now. It’s an emergency. We need you to come with us.”
His words were all business, but there was no mistaking the appreciative way his gaze traveled over her body.
“Tell me what happened.” Lila chose to ignore their admiring stares as best she could. They needed her in a professional capacity, so she’d try to be professional despite her state of undress.
“We got a prospect who needs medical attention.”
“Guys, that’s what the hospital is for. I really can’t…I mean…why aren’t you at the hospital?”
Striker pierced her with his intense gaze, and it was akin to being burned with a laser. “Sometimes we need to handle our shit quietly.”
“Right…okay,” she muttered as she ran a trembling hand over her hair, which was loose and flowing down her back. “I’m not sure about this. Do you have any idea the kind of trouble I could get in?”
“Yes, Lila, and we wouldn’t be here if we didn’t really need your help. I promise you’ll be shielded from any blowback. All parties involved want this kept quiet, so there’s really no risk to you.”
Lila wanted to decline, but she couldn’t, not while there was an injured man who might not get treatment otherwise. These guys would probably slap a Band-Aid on him and hope for the best if she didn’t help. She prayed she wouldn’t come to regret this later. “Give me thirty seconds to not look like this. There is a very extensive first aid kit over there in the hall closet. Grab it while I throw some clothes on.”
“No need, darling, you can come as you are.”
“Jester, I told you to shut the fuck up.”
She ignored them and dashed into her room, and threw a gray sweater and black skinny jeans over what she had on. Not bothering to check a mirror, she ran back to the hall and stuffed her feet into boots. As she strode toward the door, Lila wrapped a rubber band around her hair, and snatched her purse off the counter.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, but the look of urgency on their faces had her deciding to save the time it would take to run back and put one on. Her tank top had a built-in bra that would have to suffice.
Striker held the medical supplies tucked under one tattooed arm, and was tapping his fingers against it as he paced in front of the door. He jerked it open and ushered her out before relieving her of the keys and locking the door behind them. Jester led the group down the concrete driveway toward the bikes that sat at the end, near the dark and deserted road.
“I’ll follow you in my car,” she said.
“No, we’ll take my bike. It’s faster, and then there is no risk of your car being seen anywhere it shouldn’t be.”
As he spoke he strapped her first aid kit quickly to the back of the bike, and pulled her purse from her shoulder, stowing it in his saddlebag. Lila hesitated at his declaration. What the hell was she getting herself into?
Striker didn’t give her any time to try and answer her own question. With a grin, he thrust a glossy black helmet her way. “Ever ridden before?’
“No, never.” She didn’t bother to tell him they called them donor cycles at the hospital. She was able to remain calm at the idea of walking into an unknown medical emergency, she did it all the time, but her heart rate kicked up at the idea of riding on a motorcycle.
“Just hold on tight and relax, try to lean with me if you can, though the holding on tight is the key. I’m gonna be going pretty fast.” He winked as he secured his own helmet.
Lila nodded and shoved the helmet down over her hair. She reached for the clasp only to have her hands brushed away. Striker was so close to her that Lila smelled him with each breath, leather, cigar smoke, and…man. It was an intoxicating combination, and she wished she could lean in, press her nose to his neck, and inhale him.
The strap was too long and he had to adjust it to fit her face. “Thank you for this, Lila,” he said, as he worked to shorten the strap. “I’m sure this isn’t how you wanted to spend your night, but I trust you and your skill more than anyone.” Once the length was correct, Striker worked fast to secure the helmet snugly under her chin.
She was touched by his heartfelt words. When their eyes met, Lila was spellbound by the flare of desire she encountered. He leaned in and kissed her, hard and quick, ending it before it began.
The swiftness of it did nothing to detract from the heat that blasted through her. Thankfully Jester wasn’t paying attention to them. She didn’t even have time to react before Striker turned away, and threw his jean-covered leg over the bike. “Climb on behind me and wrap your arms around my waist.”
Lila did as he commanded. Her front pressed flush against his back, and his firm body was cradled between her thighs as she slid her arms around his middle. She rested her cheek against the cool leather covering the muscular plain of his upper back. An unsteady breath escaped her lungs as Striker gunned the engine then shot down the street, Jester hot on his tail. They sped through a few neighborhoods, and onto the local highway where Striker rested one hand on her thigh despite their speed.
There wasn’t anything for Lila to do but cling to Striker and stare into the night. She relaxed after the first few minutes, when Striker’s mastery of the bike became more than apparent. Plastered against the sexy body of an enticing bad boy, with the endless stars and vastness of the pitch-black desert speeding by, Lila felt free and uninhibited. It would have been remarkable if not for the unknown crisis awaiting her.
The longer they rode, the more the reality of the situation set in. She was almost certainly about to assist in something illegal, and possibly dangerous, with a man who embodied everything she was taught to avoid. All he had to do was ask her for help, and she put her career, her license, and possibly even her life on the line with barely any resistance. There was no way this could lead to anything but trouble.