ROMANCE: MC BIKER ROMANCE: CARSON (MC Biker Romance)(Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance) (Contemporary Military Romantic Suspense Thriller) by Sabrina Riley
Authors: Sabrina Riley
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about what type of girl I was, but getting all moony-eyed wasn’t really my thing and even though I had a lapse when I first met him, it didn’t seem that difficult suddenly. Of course the vodka could have been helping as well. I took another drink in case that was the case. “I don’t think you are here to talk to me Curt.”
“Yeah, I get the feeling you are right about that. Seems a waste of time, doesn’t it?”
“It just makes you not believe anything that anyone says. Makes you wonder who is there for you and who is there for the money.”
“I can see that. I bet it’s going to get worse when you get drafted.”
He looked down for a minute and it seemed to genuinely bother him. I couldn’t imagine wondering what people wanted from me all of the time. I suddenly saw it through his eyes, exhausting.
“Stick with the people you know that were there before you got rich and famous. They were your true friends.”
Curt looked at me as if I had given him an epiphany. “You don’t really care about all of that, do you?”
“Not really. I am going into teaching knowing there is no money in it. You have to do what it is you love to do. You love playing don’t you? I’ve seen you at games and at practice, you look so happy, so that is what you should do. That you get paid a ton is just a bonus in my book. Everyone should do what they love.”
“You have such conviction about it.”
“Life is short.”
He got quiet again and I could tell he was thinking about something. I took another sip of the drink and offered it to him. Curt didn’t grimace that time when he took a drink and if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that he needed it just as much as I did.
“Sorry if what I said bothered you. You got really quiet.”
Curt took another drink and it was almost empty when he handed me back the glass. “Yeah I just never thought of it like that. Everyone is always so worried about the money, but I just want to play ball.”
“And you get to, plus the life that goes with it. Money, cars, women throwing themselves at you.”
He kind of chuckled and I don’t know why I disliked that sound so much all of a sudden. “You would not believe how many times I have been set up by well-meaning parents with daughters.”
I couldn’t help but think about my own father trying to set him up with Jessa. They were not compatible at all, but I knew that a lot of it had to do with his future career and how well he would take care of his future wife. I kind of grinned back at him, acknowledging my own parent’s shamelessness. “So how do you like her?”
“Like who?” He genuinely seemed confused for a moment and I really liked that for some reason.
“My sister Jessa.”
“She is nice and all, but not really my type.”
By the way he was looking at me, I had a feeling that I was more his type. I smiled back at his evaluation and leaned back in the swing. My sister didn’t get to have all of the fun after all. Curt was more than I had thought him to be. Dumb jock wasn’t a stereo type for no reason, but he did not fit in that category. I always thought that guys like him loved the attention, but he seemed worried about what that attention meant in the way of how people really were and what their intentions would be. That was something that I never had to really think about. Men wanted me for my looks and that’s about it.
“I like my women a little more free-thinking and less worried about what I can do for them. I have a feeling your sister would try to get me married off and her knocked up on the first date.”
I had to giggle. It was actually exactly what she would try to do. I could see the way her eyes glinted when he had talked about his contract. All she could see was money when she looked at Curt. “She just might and you would no doubt fall for it hook, line and sinker. Jessa has a way with the fellas. I have always been jealous of her for that.”
“Maybe I would have
“Yeah, I get the feeling you are right about that. Seems a waste of time, doesn’t it?”
“It just makes you not believe anything that anyone says. Makes you wonder who is there for you and who is there for the money.”
“I can see that. I bet it’s going to get worse when you get drafted.”
He looked down for a minute and it seemed to genuinely bother him. I couldn’t imagine wondering what people wanted from me all of the time. I suddenly saw it through his eyes, exhausting.
“Stick with the people you know that were there before you got rich and famous. They were your true friends.”
Curt looked at me as if I had given him an epiphany. “You don’t really care about all of that, do you?”
“Not really. I am going into teaching knowing there is no money in it. You have to do what it is you love to do. You love playing don’t you? I’ve seen you at games and at practice, you look so happy, so that is what you should do. That you get paid a ton is just a bonus in my book. Everyone should do what they love.”
“You have such conviction about it.”
“Life is short.”
He got quiet again and I could tell he was thinking about something. I took another sip of the drink and offered it to him. Curt didn’t grimace that time when he took a drink and if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that he needed it just as much as I did.
“Sorry if what I said bothered you. You got really quiet.”
Curt took another drink and it was almost empty when he handed me back the glass. “Yeah I just never thought of it like that. Everyone is always so worried about the money, but I just want to play ball.”
“And you get to, plus the life that goes with it. Money, cars, women throwing themselves at you.”
He kind of chuckled and I don’t know why I disliked that sound so much all of a sudden. “You would not believe how many times I have been set up by well-meaning parents with daughters.”
I couldn’t help but think about my own father trying to set him up with Jessa. They were not compatible at all, but I knew that a lot of it had to do with his future career and how well he would take care of his future wife. I kind of grinned back at him, acknowledging my own parent’s shamelessness. “So how do you like her?”
“Like who?” He genuinely seemed confused for a moment and I really liked that for some reason.
“My sister Jessa.”
“She is nice and all, but not really my type.”
By the way he was looking at me, I had a feeling that I was more his type. I smiled back at his evaluation and leaned back in the swing. My sister didn’t get to have all of the fun after all. Curt was more than I had thought him to be. Dumb jock wasn’t a stereo type for no reason, but he did not fit in that category. I always thought that guys like him loved the attention, but he seemed worried about what that attention meant in the way of how people really were and what their intentions would be. That was something that I never had to really think about. Men wanted me for my looks and that’s about it.
“I like my women a little more free-thinking and less worried about what I can do for them. I have a feeling your sister would try to get me married off and her knocked up on the first date.”
I had to giggle. It was actually exactly what she would try to do. I could see the way her eyes glinted when he had talked about his contract. All she could see was money when she looked at Curt. “She just might and you would no doubt fall for it hook, line and sinker. Jessa has a way with the fellas. I have always been jealous of her for that.”
“Maybe I would have
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