out of the other. “Everything I need.”
“You’re one of a kind, Kitty Cat.” Taylor grinned. “One of a kind.”
“Much to my mother’s dismay.” She gave an admiring nod at the bike. “When did you get this?”
“Couple of months ago. We can take your truck instead if you’re worried about your hair.”
Cat laughed.
“You’re kidding, right?” She pulled a band off her wrist that he’d taken for a bracelet. “I’m always prepared.”
“Still mad they wouldn’t let you into the Boy Scouts?”
“You know it.” As she spoke, she made quick work of pulling her hair back. Her fingers flew as she formed a braid. With both hands behind her head, her movements did the most intriguing things to that dress.
Didn’t matter, Taylor reminded himself. What was going on underneath was none of his business.
“Helmet,” he said, handing her his spare.
“Any last-minute instructions?” she asked once she’d put it on and mounted the bike.
“Be yourself. Have fun. And—” he yanked on his helmet and swung his leg over the bike “—pretend we’re dating.”
Emphasis on “pretend.”
Taylor kick-started the engine. He’d figured he’d have to play it up a little. But now all he’d have to do was show up with Cat looking the way she did and the ladies would fill in all of those “pretend” details.
And he’d be off the matchmaking hook.
She wrapped herself around his back, her thighs hugging his and her body pressed in temptation against him.
He’d just have to make sure he didn’t end up on any other hooks.
Especially not hooks that could ruin a lifelong friendship.
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