Free Confessions Of An Old Lady by Christina Morgan Page A

on some unfamiliar, winding country road. After turning down one final curvy road, he pulled off onto the side of the road where there was a small clearing in the trees. Sonny parked the bike and kicked out the kickstand.
    We both got off the bike and pulled off our helmets.
    “What is this place? It’s beautiful,” I said, looking all around me at the amazing old trees, mostly sycamores.
    “Ya ain’t seen nothing yet. Follow me.” I followed him through the clearing in the trees and then I saw we were about to go down a little-beaten path. I started to get a little nervous. Here I was with a known criminal and suspected murderer, all alone in the middle of the woods and he was taking me to a more secluded part of this empty area, where there weren’t any other people to be seen for miles.
    He must have seen my hesitation. “It’s okay. Seriously. Follow me.”
    I decided to trust him and walked behind him down the path until he stopped at the edge of a small grassy cliff.
    “Whoa!” I said. The scene before me was breathtakingly beautiful. The trees opened up to reveal rocky cliffs with waterfalls of varying sizes rolling over the rocks. It really was an amazing sight. “What is this place?”
    “This, my darlin’, is Indian Falls.” He stretched out his arm and held out his hand as if he were a tour guide.
    “It’s gorgeous,” I said, taking in the lovely scene before me. “How did you know about this place?”
    “I’ve been coming here since I was a little boy. My friends and I used to jump off those rocks over there and into the creek. There’s a deep pocket of water right over there underneath that little waterfall.” He pointed and looked like he was reminiscing on his childhood days. I tried to imagine this big burly man as a child. Tried to picture him at twelve years old with his friends all yelling and laughing as they plunged off the side of the rocks into the water below. Watching him remember his childhood was the first moment I saw the human side of Sonny Jackson. In that one moment, he didn’t at all seem like a crazed criminal, more like a man who’d lived a hard life, but had this one memory to keep him grounded and remind him that life was once not so difficult.
    “I love it. It’s beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here,” I said, looking up at him. He looked down at me and brushed a piece of hair from the side of my face and tucked it behind my ear.
    “ You’re beautiful,” he said. And just like that, Trish Sanders received her first kiss from outlaw biker, Sonny Jackson.
    Score another point for Team Rockford .

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 10
     
     
    I had to admit, it was not a totally unpleasant kiss. He was firm but gentle, not too wet, not too dry. Were he not my mark, and I not a DEA agent working to bring him to justice, I would have thoroughly enjoyed it.
    He pulled back and looked right at me. “You didn’t slap me.”
    “What?” I asked, confused.
    “A lot of times, after I kiss a girl, they slap me.” He chuckled.
    “Why would I do that?” I stared up at him with adoring eyes.
    “Oh, so you wanted me to kiss you, then.”
    I put my hand to my mouth and pretended to be embarrassed. “Maybe.”
    “You don’t have to play coy with me. I like you. Like I told ya last weekend, no games, no bullshit, remember?”
    I did remember. So I had won his affections. Now all I needed to do was keep his attention. I had to say just the right thing in that moment to ensure we kept moving forward with our newfound “romance.” I stood there, looking at him adoringly for what seemed like several minutes.
    “No bullshit? Okay, then, how’s this for no bullshit…I like you too, Sonny. I like you a lot. I mean, we just met a couple of weeks ago, but I—”
    He interrupted my speech by leaning in and kissing me again, even more intensely. This time, I parted my lips and let him in. I kissed him back. It was all part of my act and I had to kiss him