Motorcycle Man

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My aunt, my role model and my most avid reader.

She’s an aunt who’s interested in everything you do, supports every decision you make, wants nothing but your happiness and gives love without conditions.

She’s a woman who calls ‘em as she sees ‘em, does what she likes and likes what she does, says what’s on her mind and if you can’t hack the honesty that’s your problem.

She’s the first woman I’d chose to shop with and she’s the only woman I’d want to get kidnapped with.

Love you, Aunt Barb.

To Chas for again having my back.

“Babe, you awake?” he called, his warm hand moving down my spine, taking the sheet with it, making my skin tingle and coming to rest just above my bottom.

I smiled.

I had done it. I finally had done it. I found him. He was right there in bed with me and it wasn’t the tequila talking. I had way too much but not too much that I didn’t know he was it.

He was the one. This motorcycle man in bed with me was the man of my dreams.

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