“All right, Sally,” I teased. “You wanna ride her, you can.” It felt good to be razzing each other again. It felt good to just be hanging out with him.
“Oh,” I said, remembering what Nick had told me about Hoyt. “You wanna hear something good?” He nodded. “Chayse McCade, the rider Hoyt went to train?” He nodded again. “Well, Chayse is a chick. He’s training a female rider.”
“No shit?” Brett said, pulling his phone from his back pocket. “Let’s just see what we can find out...” he trailed off as he typed her name into the phone. His eyes went wide as he pulled up his search results. “Oh, this is good.” He laughed out loud. “Your brother is in so much trouble,” he said, holding up his phone so I could see what he’d found.
Chayse McCade was a girl all right. A girl that didn’t mind posing in a bikini and a pair of riding boots while straddling her dirt bike. A wild-eyed brunette with pouty lips and a few other features that I tried not to look at because I was a taken man.
“Trouble doesn’t even begin to describe what that girl is,” I said. “I can’t wait to see what he has to say about her.”
*
“Hey baby,” I said, wrapping an arm around Nora’s shoulders and leaning in for a kiss. Brett and I had come to meet them and as I greeted my girl, I waited for him to spout off a pick up line to Georgia.
“Thanks for letting me crash your party,” he said, standing next to me. “Y’all didn’t have to invite me.”
Who is this guy?
“Of course,” Nora replied. “The more the merrier.” She looked incredible as always—a pair of dark jeans and simple, pale yellow, long sleeved shirt. The girl looked good in anything, but these particular jeans seemed to be hugging her ass in an exceptionally tempting way tonight. Her long hair was down and wavy, looking a little blonder from all of our time outside on the bike recently. She pulled it to one side as I stood next to her, purposely showing off her delectable neck to me. I leaned in a pressed my lips to her skin, chastely.
“I don’t know about you Brett, but I’m about sick of these two and their constant groping,” Georgia teased. “You wanna grab a drink?”
“Yeah, they’re pretty gross,” he said with a smile before following Georgia to the bar. As soon as they walked away I turned Nora in my arms and pressed my lips to hers.
“If they want to see groping, we can show them groping.”
“You’re incorrigible,” she said against my lips.
“You love it.” I tightened my arms around her waist.
“I do,” she said wrinkling her nose. “So, what’s the deal with them?” she asked, turning her head to toward the bar. Georgia and Brett seemed to be having a friendly conversation as they ordered drinks.
“No idea,” I answered. “I know he thinks she’s hot. You mean you haven’t gotten any gossip from your sister on the topic?”
“Not really,” she said. I released my arms from around her and took her hand in mine. “She’s been busy at work and I’ve been busy with you so...”
“Yeah, I’ve kind of dropped the friend ball with Brett, too.” I sighed. “I might have said that I didn’t think he was good enough for her a while back. I don’t think he’d tell me the truth about her anyway.”
“Hmmm.” Nora stared up at me pensively. “I mean, I don’t think he’s a bad guy,” she hesitated. “And, I think Georgia is pretty good at making her own decisions.” As she was talking, Georgia playfully slapped at Brett’s arm and it appeared that she was actually flirting with him. “We might just have to wait and see how it plays out.”
“Well, we might not have that much time,” I said, deciding it was best to just tell her that I had to leave in a week.
“What do you mean?”
“We’ve gotta go back. For work.”