Born Lucky

Chapter 2

The next morning Dylan woke up feeling a little giddy and a little tired due to her lack of sleep because of some very sexual thoughts of Devon and this supposed ride today.

She had tried to keep her mind busy by staying down in the restaurant pretending to help until late but she ended up just bugging her employees so by eleven-thirty she had gone upstairs to her apartment to just sit on the terrace that overlooked the Puget Sound and watch the ferries dock along the waterfront for a while before going to bed. It was calming, and she found herself needing that calmness because for some reason this woman, Devon, was invading her every thought and she just couldn't shake the giddy feeling every time her face came to mind.

The next morning, Mark, her night manager called with the report of last night's bank and the usual rundown of last night's happenings as he usually did. Mark was one of her closest friends and a gifted mathematician, which was a plus since he was her accountant as well.

Lisa, Dylan's day manager usually came in around eleven and stayed until nine or ten before leaving for the night, so while Dylan was away this afternoon she knew her club would be in  capable hands, although she double checked to make sure her phone was holding a charge this time. So, after calling downstairs to let her know that she would be gone for a while, she hung up and took a deep breath before pulling out Devon's business card and looking at it.

"McKenna, I should've known she was Irish with those green eyes." Dylan said out loud with a smile as she dialed the number and looked at the clock seeing it was already one-fifteen.

Devon picked up on the third ring and just the sound of her "Hello" almost made Dylan forget how to talk.

"Hi Devon, its Dylan..."she started, trying to slow her heart down, "how are you doing today, any rescues since yesterday?" She asked in a lame attempt at humor.

"Hi Dylan," she responded, then with a small laugh, she added, "no, actually I've been working nonstop since early this morning."

"Certainly you can take a couple hours off and go for a ride, it's a beautiful day for it with no rain in sight," Dylan stated with a smile, but could already feel Devon's hesitancy, and suddenly she felt her heart drop, "come on Devon, don't make me beg...I owe you a ride and I always pay my debts."

After a brief moment, Devon sighed and then said, "Alright, but you don't owe me anything  and only for a couple hours."

"Fine," Dylan said trying to contain her excitement, "I'll be there in about forty minutes okay?" she added knowing she would have the typical Seattle traffic to fight.

"Alright, I'll be here." She answered sounding a little unsure.

With a smile, Dylan hung up and headed for her closet to dig out a spare helmet and gloves before heading down to ground level and underground parking.

Putting the phone back in the cradle, Devon cursed herself for being so weak, she'd had every intention of not going but just the sound of Dylan's voice had been a struggle that she had not expected, then when she had said to not make her beg, Devon knew she was toast. Well, now that she was committed, she better go find something appropriate to wear on the back of a motorcycle.

By the time Dylan pulled into Devon's drive, she was a mess of raw nerves and she chastised herself over and over for it. Hell, she barely knew this woman, why was she getting so worked up over taking a beautiful woman on a bike ride, it wasn't like it was the first time she'd given a woman ride on her bike before. Hell, she given plenty of women rides before...and some of them even got a bonus after the ride...Stop it, she told herself as she walked toward the front door to knock, just relax and remember, it's just a bike ride.