14
True to his word, Cutter fed her. As in, literally, fork-to-mouth feeding. After saying their goodbyes to Sage and Kingdom, he led her outside to his bike, straddled it, unstrapped his helmet, and handed it to her. Pushing it away, Greta shook her head. “I’ll get an Uber and meet you at the clubhouse.”
His brows gathered in a frown as he shoved the helmet into her hands. “Get on the bike, Greta.”
She battled him with a glare of her own. Biting back a grin, he declared, “I don’t repeat myself.”
Slamming it in his gut, she stepped away, but he caught her elbow. “There is no way in hell I’m letting you ride with a stranger. Kill that thought ’cause I sure as f**k ain’t having you in an Uber.”
“I don’t ride.”
The corner of his lips tilted up. “You’re a biker b***h, of course you know
