Free Kid: Cerberus MC Book 2 by Marie James Page B

neck.
    He laughs softly and shakes his head.
    “Where are we going?” I ask as we make our way out of the clubhouse and down toward his bike.
    “I figured we could grab breakfast since we missed it this morning with everyone else.”
    I take the proffered helmet from his hands and slide it over my head. I’m thankful we missed breakfast. The last thing I want to deal with is seeing the redhead again. I wonder what she’s going to think of me when she finds out I’m hanging out with her boyfriend all day.
    Kid straddles the bike and uses the heel of his boot to raise the kickstand. The action is second nature to him as if he’s been doing it all his life. I climb on behind him and wrap my arms all the way around his waist. He stiffens momentarily. I try to pull my arms back, knowing I’ve overstepped once again, but he places a hand over mine. I take it as an unspoken request to leave them there, so I do.
    Farmington isn’t that big at all, so it’s only a matter of minutes before we’re pulling up outside of a small country diner. I expect nothing less from him. He doesn’t seem like the type of guy that would head for Denny’s or some other national franchise.
    I climb off the bike and pull the helmet off my head. I hand it to him before running my fingers through my hair. I can see my shadow, so I know it’s flying all over the place. I normally have a hair tie with me but when I woke in the hospital the one in my hair was gone, and it wasn’t in my personal belongings bag.
    “I need a hair tie,” I say dismissively as I try to tamp down my out of control hair.
    “I like it wild,” Kid says leaning in close to my ear.
    He places a warm hand on my back and guides me to the front door of the diner, reaching around me to tug it open before allowing me to walk in ahead of him. A biker and a gentleman? Beating all the stereotypes I see.
    My body responds to his proximity like it’s never done before. I have to remind myself that he’s seeing the redhead, not interested in me, and this isn’t a date. The gentle kiss last night was nothing more than him giving me what I wanted in exchange for my promise not to hurt myself. Nothing more.
    We sit down at a booth and the waitress immediately steps over to take our order. She directs her attention first to Kid, and then to me. I can tell the difference in attitude the second her eyes land on me. She’s probably closer to my age than Kid’s but she looks down on me before turning her head back to Kid without even asking me what I want.
    “What is your kid sister having today?”
    He cocks an angry eyebrow at her. “Wife,” he says without missing a beat.
    My eyes go wide at his word.
    He winks at me when the waitress shifts her head back and forth between us. I smirk back at him. Serves her ass right for assuming anything about the people who walk in here.
    “She’s a little young, don’t you think?” Her tone is full of malice and contempt.
    “She’s twenty-one,” he says reaching his hands across the table toward mine. Playing along I put my hands in his. “Not everyone ages as gracefully as she has.” He tilts his head toward her.
    “I’ll have scrambled eggs, bacon, and coffee,” I say never taking my eyes off of Kid. I do my best to hide my mirth as I add, “please.”
    She huffs away clearly mad that Kid is taken and not too happy about his jab that she doesn’t look as young as I do, even though she probably actually is twenty-one.
    “She’s going to spit in our food,” I say trying to pull my hands from his. He gives them a final squeeze and releases them.
    He looks in the direction she walked. “I should shave my beard,” he mutters.
    “I like your beard,” I counter.
    “It makes me look older,” he says.
    “You don’t look old; I’m just young. I’ll be eighteen in…”
    “Twenty-seven days,” he says completing the math for me.
    I grin at him. “You counting down? Planning on throwing me a birthday party?”
    He cuts