Free With Abandon: With or Without, Book 3 by J. L. Langley

he’d been blocking the glare and sidestepped, getting in front of the rays again.
    “What? You don’t think cops wear these kinds of socks?” Matt teased.
    Jordan’s lips twitched. “Nope.” He adjusted his black backpack, making the keys hanging out of the side pocket jingle. “Where’re you headed?” He held out his arm, indicating Matt should walk. He seemed harmless enough, so Matt continued toward his—er, Aubrey’s, bike.
    “Psychology was my last class. I’m headed home.”
    Bloop.
    Matt groaned but didn’t lift the phone.
    “Do you need to get that?”
    “It’s just my brother making a pest of himself.”
    Jordan laughed. “Lucky you. I don’t have any siblings.”
    “No, lucky you.” Matt glanced at the phone and read Logan’s messages. u just figured this out? The second bubble contained, how did u get it wrong? and how do u know?
    Darn it. He should’ve known Logan wouldn’t let it go.
    “So if you aren’t doing anything, how about a bite to eat? I’ll buy.” Jordan gave Matt a little wink.
    Matt stumbled, his foot slipping off the curb he hadn’t realized was there. Was Jordan asking him on a date?
    Jordan grabbed his arm to steady him.
    “Thanks.”
    “Welcome.” Jordan let go of Matt’s arm. “What do you say? Wanna go to lunch with me? Maybe we can share stories about our packs. I’d love to hear more about the Savannah pack and your home pack.”
    “I, uh…” Matt shuffled his feet and glanced down at his watch. He’d told Aubrey he’d be home right after classes let out. “Um, maybe some other time?”
    “Oh. Okay, I’ll hold you to that. I haven’t met any other wolves since I’ve been here. Well, at school I mean. I’ve met several at pack meetings. It’d be nice to hang with another wolf.”
    The guy just wanted to be friends. How cool was that? Matt stopped at the Duc and rearranged his backpack, strapping it to the seat. “Yeah sure. Maybe we can have lunch tomorrow?”
    “Yeah. That’d be cool. Wanna meet outside the— Oh man, is this your bike?” Jordan walked around the motorcycle, studying it. “Freaking awesome, man.” He paused at the back of the bike before letting out a whistle and shaking his head. “You surprised me again. I expected some little economy car.” He chuckled.
    “It’s my ma—roommate’s.” He could’ve kicked himself. Keeping his mating a secret was going to be harder than he thought.
    Jordan’s eyes widened slightly, but just as quick it was gone and Matt had to wonder if he’d caught the near slip. “And he lets you drive this? He must be really cool. Do you even have a motorcycle license?”
    Matt nodded. “I got my motorcycle license before I got a regular license. I ride my dad’s Harley all the time at home.”
    “Yeah?” Jordan’s voice rose along with an eyebrow. “I’ve always wanted a motorcycle. Let me see your phone.”
    Without even thinking about it, Matt held his phone up to show Jordan.
    Jordan took it and started pushing buttons. “Here’s my number.” He finished and showed the entry to Matt. Jordan Ackart.
    Matt took his phone back, trying to decide how he felt about a stranger grabbing it and putting his number in the memory. Wasn’t that pretty forward? Was it a lack of privacy or something? Or maybe it was a wolf-camaraderie thing. Having never been away from home, Matt hadn’t encountered others who weren’t pack other than Aubrey, but they were mates and that didn’t count.
    “Seriously, Matt, I’d love to get the chance to know you better. Call me. We can just hang out.”
    “Uh, okay.”
    Jordan turned to go but stopped. “Call me tomorrow before lunch, and we’ll meet up?”
    “Sure.” As Jordan walked off, Matt put the helmet on and straddled the Duc.
    As luck would have it, or rather bad luck would have it, his phone chimed before he could stuff it in his pocket. He thought about putting it away but pulled it up into view instead.
    dont ignore me, matthew, its rude!