Page 259 of Rogue Riders Duet

I reach out, grab his gloved hand, and link our fingers. “Yeah. It is. With a lot to spare.”

There’s a pause, then that mouth twitches again, this time into a full smile. I can see it even with half of his face covered.

And fuck, he’s devastating when he smiles.

We both turn toward Alaina and see that she’s sprawled in the grass like she belongs among the wildflowers, legs stretched out, hair a mess of helmet-wrecked curls and sun.

Mason watches her for a beat. “We should get back to her, so she doesn’t feel left out.”

I snort. “She could never feel left out.”

She’s the fucking center of everything.

“Still.” He shrugs. “I don’t want to risk it. If we want to make this work, we have to make sure everybody’s happy and nobody’s feelings get hurt. I can’t have you for myself all the time.”

I glance over and lift an eyebrow. “Yeah, but… you can be a little selfish sometimes. That’s okay. I mean, if you want to spend time with her alone, I get it.”

“Why would I want to spend time alone with her? I mean, we’re friends and everything, but⁠—”

“Do you like her?”

He huffs. “Of course, I like her. She’s cool.”

“She’s more than cool.”

“I know,” he mutters. “Just…”

He trails off, and that alone tells me all I need to know.

“If you want to spend time with her alone, it’s fine with me,” I say again sincerely.

Mason looks over at her, then at me. “That should be my line.”

I grin. “True, but I’m the super emotionally adult one in this three-way relationship.”

“Everything that just came out of your mouth sounds so fucking wrong.”

I tap his helmet with two fingers. “It sounds wrong, but it is right.”

And with that, I put my helmet back on and race toward the girl in the grass. When I’m next to her, I ease the bike down gently and drop beside her. Mason settles next to me a second later, so I have one on each side, making me the center of this little orbit for now, and I for sure won’t complain about it.

Alaina is weaving wildflowers into what look like bracelets with a kind of soft focus I don’t usually see from her. She finishes one and, without a word, slips it over my wrist. It’s lopsided but beautiful, with white and purple blooms, and I feel like she just handed me the best present ever.

Then she reaches out again, toward Mason, and waits, while giving him a look. He offers his hand, and she slides another bracelet on his wrist. The flowers stand out even more against his tanned skin, and I see that Alaina has one on her wrist too.

I glance down at mine, then at hers. “That’s beautiful.”

She shrugs. “I made them all the time when I was younger.”

Mason snickers. “I remember Dane and Greer walking around with flower bracelets, but it looked too cool for anyone to make fun of them.”

“Hey.” Alaina huffs, mock-offended. “It is cool.”

“Yes.” Mason grins. “Now that I’m in the club, it feels cool.”

I lift my wrist like I’m showing off Olympic gold. “Damn right we’re a club. The Wildflower Rebels.”

Alaina scrunches her nose in disgust.