If You Say So Read online Lani Lynn Vale (KPD Motorcycle Patrol #6)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: KPD Motorcycle Patrol Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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“How many of your friends made the trip?” I asked, feeling like a subject change was in order.

“Six of them,” she said. “Nell, Chen, Abigail, Ashley, Jessica, and Carina. Nell, Chen, Abigail, and Carina have either a spouse or significant other.”

I was nodding as I led her to the truck Tim had rented for us.

We were meeting the crew in a bar at the beach. Then going for an evening cruise on the coastline.

I’d been told that the boat ride also had free beer. Well, free if you didn’t count the two-hundred-dollar ticket that you had to purchase to ride on the boat in the first place.

Like everything that we’d noticed over the last few days of being in the busy gulf coast town of Destin, Florida, it took a long time to get anywhere. Everybody and their brother was out trying to do the exact same thing we were. Meaning it took us thirty minutes to drive eight miles when it should’ve taken us no less than ten.

“I like it here,” Frankie said softly. “I think a beach wedding would be so cool.”

I looked over to see her staring at a bride that was walking down the long length of a beach. Her groom waited on her to arrive with a massive smile on his face that would’ve lit up a room.

“It would.” I found myself agreeing. “What would be cooler is if he found a wedding ring in the ocean and proposed while he was here. Then thought, fuck it, let’s get married.”

She turned her eyes to me and stared. And I realized that I’d revealed too much in my musings.

“What?” I asked.

“Do you still want to get married, Luca?” she asked as she twirled the ring around her finger nervously.

Previously, where that ring would’ve once pissed me off to see, I only saw possession there now. She was mine. Mine, mine, mine.

A car honked behind me and I turned my face forward to see that the light was green. Gently accelerating, I wondered how I should answer her question.

Did I want to get married to her still? Hell yes. The idea of her carrying my name felt right.

“Yes,” I said. “But…”

She gasped and I looked forward once again to see a small Honda Civic whip into my lane.

I had to slam on my brakes and do some evasive maneuvering to keep from hitting him.

“Holy shit,” she breathed. Her hand stayed on her heart for a long while. “I think that’s one of my friends.”

“Hopefully your friends are better doctors than they are drivers,” I muttered. “Jesus Christ.”

She was right, too. When we got to the restaurant that we were meeting at, the Civic whipped into a spot that was two down from the one that I took.

When we got out, two blondes poured out of the Civic.

When Frankie rounded the backside of the truck, they spotted her and headed our way.

“Frankie!” blonde number one cried. “You made it!”

“I did,” Frankie agreed. “Barely. You almost took us out, Jessica.”

Ahhh, so the taller of the two blondes was Jessica. Noted.

The shorter of the two blondes snorted. “We did not.”

“Oh, you totally did,” Frankie said. “Ashley, I swear to God, I could see the tire tread quite clearly right before you whipped into our lane.”

Ashley rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

Frankie rolled hers, too, and walked in my direction, her hand coming to meet mine.

“Y’all, this is…” She paused, unsure what to say.

“Luca,” I murmured. “My name is Luca.”

That was about the only pleasant conversation between Jessica, Ashley, Frankie, and myself.

The moment they saw me, their eyes went wide.

One would think that they wouldn’t be working toward becoming a doctor with how they acted.

“Does that hurt?” Jessica asked, almost reaching out and touching my face.

Frankie slapped her hand away.

“Jessica,” Frankie hissed. “I realize that you’re beyond curious by nature, but you don’t have to be an ass to be curious. You could ask and not touch. Never touch.”

Jessica shrugged. “I’m sorry. I’m just… it looks like it hurt. How did it happen?”

Frankie ground her teeth together, went to snap at her, but I shook my head.

Grabbing her hand, I said, “Y’all ready to go eat?”

Jessica and Ashley started walking away, teetering in their too-high-to-walk-straight high heels.

Frankie shook her head at the two.

“Jesus,” she said. “Sometimes I feel like I’m parenting a couple of two-year-olds when it comes to them. Do you know how embarrassing they are?”

No. No, I had no idea whatsoever.

But I did realize that people were curious when it came to my scars.

Who wouldn’t be?

I mean hell, the only thing that wasn’t fucked up on my face was my lips, eyes, and nose. My cheeks were scarred to hell and back. There was a burn mark that started on my right cheek and moved down the length of my neck.

And my ears were malformed.


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