“Two hours.”
Using my free hand, I reach into my bag and pull my Kindle out, ready to settle in with another biker book. I’m now obsessed with anything to do with biker romance, and it has a lot to do with my man being one.
Thirty minutes into the ride, “Rolling In The Deep” by Adele comes on the radio and I can’t resist singing.
The radio cuts off, and I look over at Jordan. Then we come to a complete stop.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Holy fuck, man,” Trey says in the back seat.
I look back at them. Trey and Vinny are both staring at me in awe.
“Angel, you knew you could sing like that?”
My eyes widen. I was not expecting him to say that. “I was just singing?” I say it more like a question.
Jordan throws his head back and bursts out laughing. “Angel, you are better than that woman singing on the radio.”
My jaw hits the floor. I can sing? I remember singing a lot with my mother in the kitchen, but I haven’t sung out loud in front of anyone in a very long time. Not since my mother got addicted. When that happened, I lost everything.
“Continue singing, baby.” Jordan turns the radio back on and pulls back onto the interstate.
I start singing again. This goes on and on. Song after song. When I quit singing, he tells me to sing more—all the way to his parents’ house.
“We’re here.”
I stop singing when we pull up into a driveway. At the end of it is a large, two-story brick house. When we stop, two people walk outside. I can tell one is Jordan’s mother, and the other has to be his dad. Jordan looks a lot like him.
“They’ll love you, angel,” Jordan reassures me and strokes my cheek before climbing out.
Vinny and Trey climb out, but I stay still because, if I climb out without letting Jordan help me, he will be pissed.
He comes to my door, opens it, and pulls me out. My feet hit the ground, and he slams the truck door shut. I hold his hand tight as I face his parents. Their gazes immediately leave Jordan and move to me.
Eeek. I want to get back into the truck and hide. Gulping, I smile at them both. They smile back and then smile at Jordan. That’s good, right? Jordan pulls me along with him until I’m face-to-face with his parents.
His mom has that sweet motherly vibe to her, and it makes me want to hug her. It reminds me of how my mom used to be.
“She’s absolutely beautiful, Jordan.”
All of my worries vanish.
“You finally got something right, son,” Jordan’s father jokes, winks at me, and then smacks Jordan on the shoulder.
I laugh, and then I am in his mother’s arms. She pulls me into her, wrapping me solidly into a hug only mothers can give. Closing my eyes, I sink in and hug her back tight. It makes me miss my mother a lot more. I feel that’s something I will never have again.
“Welcome to the family,” she whispers into my ear.
Tears mist in my eyes. She lets me go, and his father picks me up off the ground, squeezing me. Then he sets me back down, giving me a kiss on the forehead, before I am placed back in Jordan’s arms.
“Ohh, your sister is here! Let me go find her. She’s cooking.”
“Fuck yes,” Jordan says, and I arch an eyebrow at him. He catches me looking and smiles that smile. “Baby, you haven’t lived until you’ve had my sister’s food.”
Oh, okay.
We all head inside, Vinny and Trey are at our backs. The house has that warm, homey feel I immediately fall in love with.
“Jordan!” a woman screams, and then she runs through the room. Lani, his sister, tackles Jordan in a hug and squeezes him. She lets go and looks at me before beaming a beautiful smile. She has long, red hair and beautiful, light-green eyes, and her body is to die for. She pulls me into a hug and then let’s go. “You did good, Jordan. I’m proud of you,” she teases.
Jordan rubs the top of her head, messing up her hair. “These are my brothers, Trey and Vinny.”
Lani’s eyes are huge as she takes in the guys.
What has me most shocked is the way the guys react. Trey’s knees buckle and he grabs the wall like the sight alone of her has him falling on his ass. Vinny looks like he is about to fall over, and he’s looking at her like she is the best thing since sliced bread.
Well, I’ll be damned.
Lani is curvy just like a pin-up model. She has round hips, a big butt, small legs, a small waist, and big boobs. She’s every man’s dream woman, and it looks like she is Trey’s and Vinny’s.
“Lani.” She flashes a smile.
Both men jolt like she just shocked the shit out of them. Jordan is grinning from ear to ear. Well, I guess he’s not pissed about it like I thought he would be.