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35. Wicked

35

Wicked

Kick Rocks, Bitch.

"Thought we could take the long way home," I say with a smile as Dahlia stares after me in stunned silence.

That seems to snap her out of her trance, and she shakes her head as she looks down at the flowers I thrust into her hands.

Darby helped me pick them yesterday. I stopped by Honeysuckle just before closing, and she assisted me in creating an arrangement of the most colorful wildflowers she had, along with bright orange dahlias, until we ended up with a bouquet that reminded us of her sister.

Dahlia was not excited about turning thirty. She didn't want gifts, or a cake, or a party. She said the only thing she wanted for her thirtieth birthday was to remain twenty-nine. I know Dahlia lost so much of her youth when she became a mother, so we thought the best thing to give her would be the reminder that she's still young, and she can be as wild as she has always wished to be.

Darby and I planned all the things I have in store for her today, starting with convincing her that she had to spend her birthday at a dress fitting, but in reality, Darby rescheduled the appointment on purpose so we could get her out to L.A. and I could surprise her with the bike.

I'm assuming the dress Darby forced her into was a gift to me , because she looks fucking beautiful in blue.

Dahlia eyes the bike behind me, no doubt cataloging the two helmets I have propped up on the handlebars. Lou pulls the flowers from her mother's hands. "We'll take these home for you."

I was hesitant to let Lou in on the surprise, but Darby insisted. I was afraid she'd end up spilling the beans, but the look on Dahlia's face tells me she didn't.

"Thank you for the flowers." Dahlia steps into me, and I press a light kiss to her lips. "But I cannot get on that in front of my kid," she says, nodding at my bike.

I smile; I knew she'd say that. "Luz, what did we talk about?"

Lou peeks her head around the bouquet that's damn near the same size she is. "Motorcycles are dangerous, but you're a professional, so we're safe with you."

"Right." I nod. "And?"

"If a boy ever asks me if I want a ride on his motorcycle, I tell him to ‘Kick rocks, bitch.'"

Darby and I laugh. "Exactly." I look at Dahlia. "See? We're good."

Dahlia gives me a deadpan expression, eyeing the bike again. I take off my jacket, pulling her into me as I wrap it around her shoulders. "Put this on. I'm taking you somewhere special for your birthday."

She looks back between myself and her sister, unsure of what to say.

"Go," Darby urges. "We have plans today anyway. Don't we, Lulu?"

"Yep!"

"We won't even miss you." Darby smiles.

I reach behind me, grabbing one of the helmets before placing it on her head and fastening the buckle under her chin. "I'm serious, Lucille," she shouts behind her. "You are not to ride on a motorcycle. Ever. These things are death traps."

"Everett said he'd take me on a ride when you guys get home."

Her nostrils flare, eyes growing wide as she glares at me.

" Around the block , Luz." I wink at Dal. "Twenty-five miles per hour. Tops."

"Are you two going faster than twenty-five miles per hour?" Lou snipes back.

"Absolutely not," we lie simultaneously. Dahlia's lips spread into a grin.

Ushering her over to my bike, I help her get on the back before I throw on my helmet and straddle the seat in front of her. "Hold onto me, Wildflower," I say as I start the ignition and raise the kickstand with my foot. "You ready?"

Her arms band around my waist, holding tightly as I feel her nod against my back.

Darby flashes me a knowing grin, waving as I pull out onto the road and take off with Dahlia on my back.

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