Twisted Asphalt (Asphalt Outlaw Series Book 1) by Blue Remy Read Free Book Online Page B

without incident, and headed for the
door. Her phone buzzed and she paused, checking the reply text from her
brother. No biggie . Looking into the windows, she frowned, seeing Maggie
and Antonia in what looked like a huddle.
    The bell gave her away when she entered the shop, the
culprits jumping clear of each other.  Amy looked between the two. She couldn’t
tell if they looked suspicious or guilty, but they were up to something. She
knew them too well not to think so.
    Antonia smoothed down his bright red blouse before pushing
the honey colored braids out of his eyes. The diva changed his hair style and
color more than she changed her panties. “Oh babe, I just texted you.”
    Maggie nodded, knocking her jean clad hip into Antonia’s
black legging-covered one. “I figured it out. It was hard to tell the
difference between the moss and unicorn root.”
    Arms crossed her arms over her chest, single manicured brow
lifted as she eyed the two of them. “Uh huh. What are you two up to?”
    Her phone vibrated in her pocket. Amy pulled it out and
peeked at it. It was the text Antonia had sent. Lifting up her phone, she
smiled. “Just got it.”
    Antonia’s decorated eyes widened, ‘I sent it just before you
pulled in. Network must be slow.”
    Amy had a snarky retort for Antonio, but the bell over the
door jingled, saving Antonia from a proper ass chewing. Turning around, she
called out, “Sorry, we’re…”
    Oh. My. God.
    Why did Mace have to be so damn good looking? He stood in
the doorway like he owned it. Boots, tight jeans, tight black sleeveless tee
with his cut over it, allowing the world to see just how muscular he was.
Strawberry blond hair was slicked back, a folded handkerchief wrapped around
his forehead and tied off in the back, sunglasses hiding his chrome eyes.
    “It just got hot in here.” Antonia whistled and acted like
he was about to faint right in front of everyone.
    “No shit,” Maggie breathed, slumping into Antonia.
    Amy glared at her two friends over her shoulder, then looked
back at Mace.
    He sported a lopsided, almost bashful grin as he peeled of
his sunglasses.
    He looked like shit. His eyes were bloodshot and had bags
under them. Strolling toward the three, his five o’clock shadow became more
visible, and his voice spoke volumes on being tired. “Please tell me y’all have
coffee?”
    “Oh!” Antonia snapped his fingers, his face scrunching up
like he was trying to remember something. Popping his lips, he rolled his eyes.
“What is that place you like to go to?”
    Maggie piped in, “The 801 in the Inn.”
    Amy stared slack jawed at the two and their antics. She
would get even with them for this. “That’s across town. We can make him a cup
here.”
    Antonia grabbed Amy by the shoulders and gave her a gentle
push toward Mace. “You need to take this poor man to the coffee shop and let
him get some food and caffeine in his system. He looks like death warmed him
over and enjoyed it. Lord knows I would. Mmhmm.”
    “He can find it without me. It’s not like he hasn’t lived
here for a while.”
    “How’s this? We can go for a ride on my bike. I need food
and coffee and The Girls is sounding pretty damn good right now.” He rubbed his
eyes before he looked over to Amy.
    Talk about being put on the spot. Not only was Mace staring
at her, but so were Maggie and Antonia. “Fine! I’ll go, as long as you two get
off my back. Geez.”
    She tried not to grin at them for pushing her. It had been a
while since she’d been on the back of a Harley. She used to ride with Stone all
the time, when her Mom wasn’t riding. It relaxed her and she missed it. Was she
going to let them know that? Hell no.
    “I’ll get my helmet.” One thing that she always had, was a
helmet in her jeep. One never knew when someone might need it.
    While she ran to the Jeep, Mace followed, going over to his
Street Glide. She made her way over, getting a better look at the bike and
letting out a low wolf