Free Biker for the Night (For The Night #6) by C. J. Fallowfield, Book Cover By Design, Karen J Page A

hadn’t even noticed it was missing.
    ‘Sorry, but Kane would have gone out of his mind
if I’d been stupid enough to lose him and not have some way of contacting him
if I was in danger.’
    ‘I get that. You may want to consider putting a
passcode on it though, anyone could access your contacts list and send a text
message without your consent,’ he winked. ‘Your surprise will be here shortly.’
    ‘What did you do?’ I hissed. He just grinned and
saluted me as he headed for the door. ‘What did you do?’ I called, but he
ignored me and strode off. ‘Damn it,’ I muttered. If he’d text my parents to
tell them what I’d just been up to with him, I’d make sure he’d regret it. I
quickly turned it back on and rapped my foot impatiently as it powered up, then
checked my last message and swallowed hard. While I was sleeping, “I’d” managed
to have a text conversation with Dale. ‘O shit, Logan,’ I sighed as I scrolled
down to read the first one.
    Dale, it’s Eve. I’m so sorry that I turned you
down all those times you asked me out. I’m ashamed to admit that I was worried
about what my parents would think if it came out that we were dating. You see
I’m not just Eve Myers, I’m Lady Eve Myers and my family have certain
expectations when it comes to a boyfriend for me, but I’ve decided screw them.
I don’t want the sort of guy they deem suitable, I want you, I’ve wanted you
since the moment I first set eyes on you. I can’t stop thinking about you,
fantasising about you and I don’t care whether my family approves or not. I’d
be honoured if you’d forgive me for my short sightedness and meet me at
seven-thirty at Mimosa’s in Chelsea to talk. If at the end of it you feel
inclined to ask me out again, be assured that this time I’ll say yes. Eve x
    I’ll be honest too then. After we met one of
Nevada 6 told me who you were, but that’s not why I asked you out, Eve. I wanted
you as soon as I saw you too. If I come you’d better be there and not have
changed your mind again. Dale
    You’ve no idea how happy you’ve just made me.
I’ll be here, I promise, on Jax Teller’s life, pre-season seven that is, and
you must know that’s a serious promise for a Sons of Anarchy biker loving girl
like me ;-)
    Damn, if you’re swearing on Jax’s life,
pre-dramatic death, you really are serious! Seven-thirty then, looking forward
to it Lady Myers. Your dirty bit of rough on the side ;-) x
    O Dale, you have no idea how dirty and rough I
love it! Can’t wait to see you x
    Wow, I so struck lucky grinding against your
backside that night. Some lady you are! See you then love x
    See you then hot stuff! x
    ‘Logan bloody Steele,’ I laughed as I shook my
head. Part of me wanted to be mad at him, part of me was thankful that he’d
taken the step that I desperately wanted to, but was too scared to.
    ‘Who’s Logan bloody Steele?’ came a strong cockney
accent. I took a quick intake of air as my heart started beating wildly.
    ‘No one you ever have to worry about,’ I smiled,
as I looked up into the chocolate brown eyes of my very own gorgeous biker, one
I hadn’t had to pay for.
    ‘So, we doing this or what?’ he demanded, as he
shoved a hand through his unruly blond hair.
    ‘Talking? Sure,’ I nodded, feeling oddly nervous.
    ‘I meant the kissing thing, I have some seriously
good memories of kissing you and right now my memory tank’s running empty and
needs topping up.’ He grabbed my hand, sparks of energy flowing up my arm as he
yanked me up out of the booth, against his hard body. He grasped my face and kissed
me properly, tongue and all. I flung my arms around his neck as I kissed him
back just as forcefully, not caring that we were in an upper class eatery, I’d
waited too long to do this to care. We laughed as there was a round of applause
as we finally broke apart panting. Dale nudged me back into the leather booth
and sat next to me.
    ‘Wow,’ I sighed. ‘Tell me you’re