Puppies and Promises

Chapter 8: The Heat Is On

Chapter 8: The Heat is On

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I couldn't wait to see her the next day. Lucky for me, it was Saturday, and Dave, the owner of the garage where I worked part time, phoned to tell me I didn't havta come in; there wasn't much work to be done. I really needed the money, but I needed to see Bella far worse.

My sweetie had given me the number on her new cell, and so I called her.

"Hey, Bells, motorcycles?"

"Just what I was thinking. I haven't ridden in months."

"Well get your sassy little self over here. I'll get the bikes ready, and we'll tear up the roads together. Whaddya say?"

"Great! I'll see you in ten minutes."

My heart was doin' flip-flops in my chest from anticipation. Like Tigger, I bounced out to the Taj, whistling all the way. Just like ol' times, only better. Uncovering the bikes, I gave 'em the once over, making sure they were road-worthy. One tire needed a little air which I obliged; otherwise, everything else looked perfect. The condition of her machine could only improve by seein' her perfect rear end straddling the seat.

The ol' Chevy wheezed to a halt outside my garage, and Bella scrambled out, sailing into my outstretched arms. I did the usual; hugged her tight and circled her round in the air. I put her down on her feet, and apologized. She always complained about her lungs bein' squashed by yours truly.

"Oh ... sorry. I know you can't breathe when I do that."

"I don't care," she squealed, and damn ... the girl kissed me. I was practically doin' the Snoopy dance.

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We took off roarin' down the road. Bella kept up with me, a regular she-demon, with the wind blowin' in the hair peeking out from under her helmet. We were both celebrating life, and our freedom to love each other. It was awesome!

Circling back toward La Push, we stopped to eat the lunch Bella had brought along. We set it up on the sand at FirstBeach.

Bella's cheeks were rosy from riding into the wind. How I loved that look, a reminder that she still possessed a heart that was beating and red blood running in her veins.

She doled out the ham and cheese sandwiches, and some bottled water. Still breathless, she exclaimed, "That was so much fun. I'd almost forgotten how much fun we always had together."

I raised one eyebrow. "Hold on, girl. Don't you mean, how much fun we're gonna have together?"

I peered into her eyes, and raising my water, touted, "To a future of fun!"

Tapping our two bottles, we toasted one another. With a grin, Bella added, "And love."

"Yeah, love ... and lots of it."

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We walked the bikes over to our love seat, the driftwood bench where we'd bared our souls so long ago. Leaning forward, I looked down at my folded hands. I was feeling shy for some reason, almost tongue-tied. "Can I ask you somethin', Bells?"

"Go ahead—shoot."

"I was just wondering when ... you know ... your annulment is final."

"What are you talking about?"

Jeez, don't tell me. Hasn't she filed yet?

"Are you sayin' you're still technically married?"