weren’t very good from the start. Steven was never really happy, and I just finally gave up trying. I think it was the best thing for all of us.”
“Must be hard to start over somewhere new all by yourself.”
“Actually, it’s been pretty great. I love my job, and my kids are awesome. It’s been a fresh start for all of us. We’re meeting new people every day, and this feels like home to us now. Moving here was the best decision I’ve ever made,” she said as she took a drink from her beer. “So, tell me a little about yourself. I know about Myles, and he’s a great kid, but there has to be more to your story.”
“Basic stuff, I guess. I’m a single dad. Myles’s mother died several years ago, so I’ve been raising him on my own. I’m lucky to have my club though. They’re our family and help out whenever I need them. I run a motorcycle shop in town that does really well. I’ve got it pretty good I guess.”
“Sorry to hear about Myles’s mother. That had to be tough on you both.”
“Yes and no. She was never happy with us. She got pregnant when we’d just started dating. She really just wanted to get away from her parents. She moved into the clubhouse when he was born, but she left when Myles was four. She was into drugs and slept around…. Honestly, I was glad to see her go.”
Bishop paused and seemed lost in his thoughts for a moment before he continued. “She came back later trying to fix things with us, but she was a mess. She couldn’t break free from the drugs, and eventually it caught up with her. I hated it for Myles, but she wasn’t a great love lost for me.”
“Well, I’m glad you have your club and Myles. Everyone needs something they’re passionate about,” she said as her hand reached over and covered his. “Myles is a great kid. He’s lucky to have you in his life. I was wondering…do you ever get a chance to really talk to him?”
“What do you mean? I talk to him all the time. The kid never stops talking.”
“I don’t know. He seems so happy one minute, and then something sets him off and he loses his temper. Sometimes he seems so withdrawn in class, like he has a lot on his mind. I was just wondering if you had any idea why.”
“I guess he’s like his dad,” Bishop shrugged.
“I think there may be more to it than that,” Tessa said apprehensively. “Have you considered letting him talk to someone? Maybe talking to a counselor would help.”
Bishop stood up quickly as his body filled with tension. “You’re kidding me, right? All boys get pissed off about one thing or another. Myles is no different than any other kid!” Bishop shouted, turning to leave.
“Wait! You’re taking this the wrong way,” Tessa shouted with concern in her voice. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up like this. Myles is such a great kid, and I was only trying to help him. I don’t know what I was thinking. Really. I’m just worried about him.”
Tessa reached out and grabbed his arm and said, “Please, don’t go.” Her face pleaded with him to understand.
He immediately felt a loss of self-control. She looked so beautiful at that moment, and he just couldn’t help himself. The day that had been filled with so many emotions finally caught up with him, and she was his escape. He took a step toward her and slid his arm behind her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her body fit perfectly against his tall frame. He placed his hand against the brick wall behind her and leaned in close. He spoke quietly, his warm breath near her ear. “I get it. You’re right. I’m worried about him, too. I like that you care about my kid.”
He moved his lips closer to her earlobe as he said, “I also like how your arms felt around me when you were on the back of my bike. And I like how I haven’t been able to get you and those damn skirts out of my head. Now,” he continued as he moved his body closer to her, “I’m about to kiss you. I’ve wanted to taste those