When he got the jacket and helmet into place, he walked the plain black helmet he was going to let me use back to the office, then snatched up his own helmet and pulled it on.
I loved how all of the Truth Tellers were so cautious about their safety.
I had a suspicion there was a very good reason for the precautions, but I chose not to ask because I was already wary about riding a motorcycle.
Though, that wariness was easing when Webber got back onto the bike in front of me and pulled me in close.
“Hold on tight,” he ordered.
I scooted close, ignored how damn hot I was, and plastered my body to Webber’s.
The ride was less than ten minutes, and by the time that I was pulling my body away from Webber’s I was damn near roasting.
July in Texas was no joke, and adding leather and a helmet to the mix was making me feel like I was cooking.
When we pulled to a stop in front of Slow Roll, I hastily took off the jacket. “I think I might be slowly suffocating.”
He chuckled. “You’ll learn to deal.”
I had a feeling that I would be.
“Dad!”
I looked over in time to see Eedie coming out of the Cookie Explosion.
I grinned. “Preparing?”
“Getting some food for the entertainment,” she countered.
“They don’t let you eat inside, Scout.” Webber messed up Eedie’s hair, causing her to growl.
“Dad, my hair!” she hissed. “Do you know how long it took me to get this perfect slick back ponytail?”
My lips twitched.
Was I ever that bad as a teenager?
“Just FYI,” I mused. “Look at my hair now and then look at it when I’m done.”
Eedie’s brows rose. “I can’t wait.”
Forty-five minutes later, I was a sweaty, tired mess.
“That. Was. Fantastic!” Eedie said excitedly.
I’d sparred with Shaw for the last thirty minutes, and needless to say, I think we had Eedie hooked. I could hear her chattering with excitement to her dad and grandmother despite trying to pay attention to what I was doing.
It was hard not to focus on what was going on at the benches at the side of the room because of one particular person that always demanded my attention.
Not that he knew he did it.
He probably would’ve left if he knew how distracting he was for me.
But, since I was sparring with Shaw, and I knew she wasn’t going to hurt me, I allowed myself the satisfaction of having Webber near.
“You want to try?” Shaw asked.
Eedie’s eyes widened. “Oh, yeah.”