Page 70 of His Loyal Rebel

Chapter 25

Twyla

Whip sat on his motorcycle outside Mama Jean's Pie Shoppe. Twyla pushed out the front door and hurried straight to him. Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him

He cupped her ass, tugging her closer. She peppered his lips, smiling at him.

"What's got—" He kissed her. "You so—" He chuckled when she stole his words by capturing his lips. "Happy?"

She pulled back, barely able to contain herself. "I got a raise."

"You deserve it." He kissed her again.

"Mm." Her stomach fluttered. "That's not the best news."

"There's more?"

Her cheeks ached from her smile. "From now on, I'm the opening supervisor, and my hours will change. I'll be working from eleven o'clock until six o'clock. No more closing, so you don't have to sit out here in the dark—well, except when winter comes and the sun goes down earlier, but hopefully, you won't have to protect me by then, right?"

"Right," he muttered, flashing her a grin. "Congratulations."

She hugged him again. "I'll go jump in my car so we can get out of here."

He caught her wrist, pulling her back when she tried to step away. "Change of plans."

"Oh?" She stayed beside him. "What are we doing?"

"You'll see." He let go of her. "Follow me."

She nodded and walked to her car at a slower pace, not knowing where they were going. It wasn't like him not to tell her. As long as he'd stayed at her job while she worked, they'd always gone straight home. It was past eleven o'clock. Not many places were still open. The restaurants around town all closed at eleven, leaving only the bars available until two o'clock in the morning.

Turning on her headlights, she backed out of the parking spot. Usually, she led the way back to the clubhouse. But following him, she could admire the view of Whip riding his motorcycle.

He looked formidable in jeans and a leather vest. The black T-shirt stretched at his shoulders. His hair blew below the helmet on his head.

She squeezed the steering wheel, stopping at a red light, and caught him looking at her in his side mirror. A nervous bubble popped inside of her. He made following him exciting and mysterious.

One day, she'd like to ask him to take her on a ride with him. Even though she'd lived with Big, she had never ridden on a motorcycle before. Never had any desire before.

But she wanted to sit behind Whip and wrap her arms around him. He always appeared to exude power when he rode. She was sure she wasn't the only one who noticed.

The light turned green. She followed him through the intersection and crossed two streets, heading out of town. Before they reached the open county road, he turned and slowed down.