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    She’d spent Sunday doing nothing more exciting than her laundry and baking a chocolate cake that she ate while watching a horror movie. Even after that, her nerves still tingled from the emotions of riding behind Greg. She alternated between being thankful he’d respected her request and frustration that he hadn’t ignored it. In some ways she worried he might’ve decided she was no fun, not the kind of girl he wanted.
    She was sure she wanted him. But on what terms? Would he ask her out for another ride? She desperately hoped he would.
    It was so bad that she had trouble looking at Carly without thinking about her hot Uncle Greg, especially knowing she’d see him that afternoon when he picked Carly up. It was foreordained: He’d smile at her as he always did, and that infectious, dangerous smile would excite her. She’d struggle with a desire to walk over and talk to him, but be unable to think of an excuse. That meant if he didn’t come to her, she’d walk up to him with her head empty and her heart pounding. She’d stand in front of him feeling uncomfortable and know what she knew even when he wasn’t there, that he was almost irresistible.
    She’d thought having gone on a ride would make it easier, but somehow it was harder now, as if the stakes were higher. She’d taken that first baby step and he had given her time and space—he wanted to see how it sat with her.
    That it excited her, that he excited her didn’t help. She couldn’t consider the man she wanted to get to know without feeling the emotions he aroused in her, and those things didn’t help her judgment. He was probably dangerous and she didn’t know if that was good or bad, but she knew it was exciting. Feeling that way didn’t make her feel very grownup.
    During first period Carly gave her an odd look. It was almost an adult look, seeing her as a person, not just a teacher. The girl was mature for her years, and her penetrating look unsettled her. When the bell rang, ending the period, Carly walked close to her desk. “I heard Uncle Greg tell my daddy he was taking you for a ride on his bike.”
    “That’s right. I’d never been on a bike before.”
    “Did you like it?”
    “Yes. I thought it was great.”
    “Where did you go?”
    “Just up the coast a ways to have a burger.”
    Carly gave her a thoughtful look. “His wife died years ago.”
    “Did she?”
    “While he was in prison. He’s been alone for a long time.”
    “Why are you telling me this?”
    “So you’ll know. You should know because he likes you a lot.”
    “You don’t know that.”
    The girl wanted to tell her so badly she was bursting. “The other day, Audra tried to fix him up with another girl. Sheila is sexy and nuts about him, but he wasn’t interested. Later he told Cutter why, and Cutter told Audra, and I made her tell me. He said there was someone he was interested in, and she was my teacher.”
    Her body trembled and she fought for control. “He’s a nice man. Who are Cutter and Audra?”
    “He’s the club’s Enforcer and Uncle Greg’s best friend; Audra is his old lady. She told me she thought Wrench was being an ass, taking time to get to know you when he could be banging this other chick.”
    The sudden intrusion of the biker society and sex into the conversation with a twelve-year old startled her, brought her back to the moment. Enforcer, old lady … they were the terms she heard in the movies that made them all out to be outlaws. And the idea that Greg had done time in prison wasn’t the kind of news that calmed her. That the women in the club talked about sex so openly to a young girl offended her sensibilities. “I like your uncle and we had a lovely ride, but…”
    “I thought you needed to know that about him. And it’s important that he didn’t want to go out with the other girl and asked you to go on a ride instead. Mom said that’s what a guy does if he likes one girl better than another.” Then, before Melanie