Chapter 23
Eleanor
I kept staring at my screen waiting for a damn text or one of those emails that would make me feel better but none was coming
Not wanting to be the one who delayed, I was already downstairs, and right then, an engine revved so loudly that I had to look up A heavy motorcycle burned past. making me look with utmost surprise.
from my phone.
My head snapped to the left right in time to see the motorcycle slide to a full stop. As I stared on, the biker’s physiques became more obvious, from his choice of dark jeans and how it pulled tight over his thighs to how his jean jacket cling to his shoulder
Dante.
“What the hell?” I blurted.
He took off his helmet, revealing his oval face framed by a neat beard and spiky near–black hair. I couldn’t miss it–a new haircut, one that makes his beauty so revealing
His full lips twisted in a cocky grin. “What? You’re not coming ‘cause it’s a bike!“
“Don you,” I answered casually. “You could have venne a heads–up. You know? I was this close to wearing a gown
Tm glad what you have on is not a gown,” he said skimming at me. He tossed the helmet to me. “Here, pin is on.”
The helmen—my head was too small for this hut I just wore it and waited for an explanation as to why he came to get me with a bike.
“Get on it, Nos. Well, except you’re not hungry and ready to gri she information
I cocked an eyebrow and chuckled. “So
So this is a date
He said nothing in response to that but I could read every damn thing his body said. I got on the bike, spreading my legs as I shifted closer. My arms made their way around him and the rumbling of his hike made my lips part.
“Don’t be scared. I got you.”
That was all he needed to say to get me comfortable as the wind whizzed. Right there. I thought about how boring my life has been with no hint of fun and shit—I decided to loosen up and just enjoy this ride..
Dante kept going, taking in out on the higlocay, weaving past cars. As soon as we got past the idensest inner city traffic, I could feel the vibration. heighten as he opened the throille.
“Dante!” I called, almoer yelling at him in go cavy but where’s the fun of he takes heed? He rumbled in time and the engine roared, with me chuching to has back,
“You didn’t tell me where we’re going?” I said as loud as possible but the wind ate my word and I wasn’t sure if he heard me.
“You’ll see, he answered shortly after and I figured he heard me or maybe he made sense of what I said..
Withou any more questions, he kept going and boom, he blinkered off onto the next exit. He pulled into a park and took off his helmet. “We’re
“Oh, 1 responded, taking off my helmet. I looked around trying to figure out where exactly he brought us to but I’ll never know.
“Is this-
He gave a nod. “It is. I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to ask if you like roast beef or meatballs or wouldnt
“Are you serious right now?”–
He cocked his eyebrow. “What You vegan or something?
I shook my head in disapproval.
“Great cause l’in so certain you’ll like it here but one more thing,” he mouthed and pointed out one finger.
“You can’t tell Viola Lbrought you here. Trust me, she’ll be so pissed that I beat her to it.”
Chapter 23
“For more information. I can do that.”
“WHAT?” he hollered and laughed. “Let’s get to IL
I followed his lead, walking into the woody–well–furnished restaurant. It didn’t seem as native as he made it seem and the interiors great.. “I hope the food is just as great.” I whispered to him so the waitress passing wouldn’t hear that
He ran a hand through his hair and looked around before selling for a table with two chairs. “You’ll see
were indeed
I swallowed hard and just decided to see how this goes. This unplanned uhdase? Well, this unplanned outing did look promising but I just couldn’t wave off the main thing off my mind. I reached for my bag and pulled out a book and a pen. The moment Dante saw it, he frowned, “Really?”
I sighed. “I honestly wish I could just focus on this outing but my mind is all over the place.”
I get it,” he answered and gave a nod. “Really Nor, I get it. At that same moment, he pulled on his iPad and scrolled through it to get at something.
“Here, this is what she looks like.”
The photograph of a young woman possibly in her early thirties looked right back at me. Her brown tousled hair and her emerald green eyes seemed to be her most noticeable features.
“Married Lasked, taking the iPad.
“No”
“Children!”
“None”
1 scoffed. “If Talk to her, maybe she can provide some information about her friendl–if the ever cold her angiling about threats, possible leads that could help us unveil this”
“Are you not aware that I have no idea what you’re talking about?”
I hit my forehead. “Horgot you’re not Jameson. So tih–Leila Champ was murdered in cold blood and her husband, was arrested for her murder. They believe he has the motive since she cheated on ham with some
“Oughl,” he groaned. “That mast he paindul.”
“I know but what’s more painful is being accused of something you dada’t do simply because you’re in a lad spot. I hate this to actually be making excuses for a cheating partner bur damn it, what options do I have here”
Dante weit maite, pist listening to me and for a second. I thought I was making sense but I waNEL.
That was intense,” he finally said. “I mean, we can connect all the dots but first, you have to tell me why this case means so much to you.”
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