Riding into Love (4 page)

Chapter 6

D
rew showed up at Alana's house early Saturday morning with a breakfast spread. He came for answers. She wasn't getting away this time. Drew rang the bell and knocked. When she finally opened the door, she scowled. Drew threw his head back and laughed.

“At least I bought breakfast,” he said, holding up the bags in his hands.

Even in a robe, scarf and furry slippers she looked stunning to him.

Alana stepped aside and Drew entered her home. She led him to the kitchen.

“Thanks. Give me a moment to get dressed. I'll be right back.” She darted out of the kitchen.

Drew had set up the table with bagels and flavored spreads from Panera Bread and Starbucks coffee.

After a while Alana entered the room, looking completely refreshed. Her hair hung along the side of her face to her shoulders. She wore jeans and a fitted T-shirt that said I Don't Sweat, I Sparkle. She still had on her furry slippers.

Alana removed utensils from the drawer and then plates and mugs from the cabinet and joined Drew at the table. It wasn't until she poured and sipped her coffee that she finally spoke.

“To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” Before he could answer, she started again. “By the way, you're going to have to stop doing that. I don't usually open the door for people when they show up without calling first.”

“I have some questions for you.” Drew studied her, trying to figure out what could be going on in that beautiful head of hers. “What happened? What changed?”

Alana huffed, dropping her shoulders. She took another sip of coffee. “Nothing happened.”

“Oh, something happened.” Drew stood. Suddenly he had too much energy coursing through him to sit still. “We used to hang when I came into town. Now you act as if you don't want to be bothered. You avoid my calls. I invite you out for an amazing evening and you ignore me half the night. Then, all of the sudden, you pull me to the dance floor and kiss me, but when we leave, you don't say another word to me. What the hell, Alana? What's all of this about?”

“What does it matter?” Alana stood and walked over to the sink. “It's not like we're dating or anything. Why do you care?”

Drew sat back down. She was right. He started to question himself for even coming over. Alana wasn't his girlfriend. She didn't owe him any explanations. Why did he care?

“I'm sorry. That was mean.” Alana joined him at the table again. “I'm having a hard time trusting men right now. Whatever it was that you and I shared, it didn't end well. Besides that, I just broke up with someone so my wounds are somewhat fresh.” She looked up toward the ceiling and breathed deeply. “I'll be completely honest—I thought things would have been different between you and me, but when your ex came back into the picture, you cast me aside.” Alana shrugged and fingered the rim of her coffee cup pensively. “I acted as if it was no big deal...but that stung.”

Silence ensued, allowing Drew to absorb the weight of her feelings. He hadn't realized how he'd affected Alana. He cared as much about her now as he did before, but he always assumed that their relationship had been a casual one. Drew knew then that if Alana was to ever trust her heart with him again, he needed to prove himself.

“When James came along,” Alana continued, “I thought I'd found everything I was looking for. Our relationship started out great.” She paused for a moment. “Then things changed... And now, a year later, he's gone. He actually broke up with me by text.”

“What?” Drew's brows creased. “What kind of grown man breaks up with his woman by text? How old is this jackass?” Despite the hand that Drew had previously played in mincing Alana's heart, he was genuinely annoyed by James's juvenile act. Now he understood Alana's behavior a little better. He felt a need to lighten the atmosphere. “Were you robbing the cradle?”

Alana laughed. “It's pretty ridiculous, isn't it?”

“Yeah. Please don't tell me that was the guy at the premiere the other night.”

Alana straightened up. “What guy?”

“You're such a bad liar. Now I know why you suddenly wanted to dance with me.” Drew shook his head. “That's why you kissed me.”

“Drew, I—”

Drew held his hand up. “Don't bother. I'm the master at this game and I don't miss much. I saw him way before you did.”

“You did?”

“So you admit it? That was him.”

Alana tucked her bottom lip into her mouth and looked down.

“He'd been watching you from the time he walked in with his chick. I know her. She's a talent scout. It seems you didn't notice him until the end of the night and that's when you pulled me into your little game. You wanted him to think you moved on.”

Alana nodded.

“Don't get all shy on me now.”

“Jeez, Drew!” Alana rolled her eyes. “You're right. Everything you said was right.”

Drew laughed. Alana blew out a breath. They sat in silence for a while.

“Do you still care about him?”

Alana twisted her lips and stared pensively into space. “It doesn't matter anymore.”

Drew looked at her in that intense way he'd become accustomed to doing, studying her as if he were trying to see inside of her. She turned away. Alana may have perceived it as scrutiny, but Drew found more to admire about her every time he set eyes on her.

“Is this why you're avoiding me?”

Alana's face became serious. She stood and began carrying the empty plates to the sink. Drew followed behind her. When she turned to go back to the table, she ran right into him.

“Answer me.” He wasn't letting her get away again. “And tell the truth.”

Alana closed her eyes and breathed in and out slowly. “I needed time. Dating wouldn't be good for me right now.”

“I didn't ask you to be my woman. I asked you to dinner.”

“I know, but...”

“But what? I don't understand.”

“Drew! You're not good for me.”

He reared back. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Listen. I don't have any luck with relationships.”

Drew opened his mouth and Alana held her hand up.

“Let me finish. Yes, I enjoy hanging out with you, but I don't want to subject myself again to what happened between us. I'm done with players and casual dating.” Alana threw her hands up, punctuating her sentence to show how finished she was with those concepts. “I want more than that and I don't believe you're capable of more so I'd rather not waste our time. I really need to work on myself right now.”

Drew held his hands up in surrender. “Okay. I can understand that.”

He had other things to say as well, but didn't want to make promises that he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep. He'd heard the same story from many women before, but this was the first time that it felt like a blow to his gut. Alana didn't want to be bothered with him and he found that troubling. But what could he do when he was about to be on the road for the next nine months? He'd gotten the answers he'd come for, but despite that he wanted to kiss her again, like he had on that dance floor. He had suspected she was up to something, but he'd still sensed the hunger in her kiss and proudly left her with swollen lips.

Alana leaned against the counter and traced imaginary circles. “So now you know. It's not anything personal.”

“That's cool.” Drew watched her fingers, unable to take his eyes off her.

The atmosphere became tense and their conversation turned laborious.

“When is your first race?” Alana folded her arms in front of her but didn't look at him as she spoke.

“Beginning of March.”

“Where?”

“Qatar.”

“Oh. Wow.”

“Yeah. I'll be heading there next week to get ready.”

“How does a motorcycle racer prepare?”

Drew welcomed the change of subject but still wished he could somehow convince her that things were different with him now. “By working out and practicing certain skills.”

“What kind of workout?”

“Well, arm, leg and core strength is important when it comes to handling the bikes, but bulk is not very good because it adds weight. There's a delicate balance. We schedule track days to practice. You should come to one of my races someday.”

“But you don't race in the US, do you?”

“Sure we do. We have one at a track right outside of Austin in April. It would be cool if you came to a race overseas. That is, of course, if I'm not too horrible to hang with.”

Alana pressed her lips together and swatted at him.

Drew laughed. “You'd like it. I'll get you your own hotel room so you don't have to worry about ending up in my bed having casual sex or something like that.”

“Drew!” She swatted him again. This time she missed completely.

After a few beats of silence, Drew exhaled. “I better get going. I've got training to do today. I need to work off all the bagels I've been eating since I've been home. Those are sure to slow me down on the track if I'm not careful.”

Drew headed to the door, with Alana following behind. He reached for the knob, stopped and turned back toward Alana, studying her eyes again. She looked away. He continued watching her, willing her to look at him again. Finally she did. Their gaze connected and he felt the air swirling on the inside of his chest.

“Alana.” His voice was lower, a little huskier than he intended.

“Yes, Drew?”

Her words felt like a soft feather against his ear.

“You think I'm not capable, but I am.”

At first, Alana looked puzzled, but when Drew closed in on the space separating her from him, realization flashed in her eyes. Drew touched her hand. Heat passed through him, starting in his finger and settling in his core. He could tell by the slight shudder that she'd felt it too.

Before she could protest, he lifted her chin and softly placed his lips on hers. When she didn't resist, he kissed her again. She hadn't moved so he snaked his arm around her waist, pulled her closer and devoured her mouth. An intense hunger surged through him and he held her even closer. Drew kissed her as if she were a long-lost love whom he was in jeopardy of losing once again. Backing her up to the wall, he pressed himself against her. When he felt her hand splayed across his chest, he went even deeper, kissing her so passionately that his body began to respond. Heat pooled in his groin and he quickly released her, staring at her closed eyes and kiss-swollen lips.

Breathlessly, Drew said, “I'm coming back for you.” He didn't know what compelled him to say that.

Drew needed to leave right away before he lost control. Tearing himself away from Alana, he walked out realizing that he was more affected by her than he ever cared to admit.

Chapter 7

D
rew's kiss and sudden exit left Alana confused.

“I'm coming back for you?” she said aloud, repeating Drew's words and wondering what they were supposed to mean. Instinctively, she touched her lips and realized she was still breathing heavily. Drew's kiss made her feel weightless.

Alana shook her head, attempting to shake off the hold that Drew's kiss had on her. If Drew thought he was going to end up in her bed, he was mistaken. She was going to put a stop to him showing up at her house unannounced, as well. She didn't want to be rude, but she needed to get that message across to him.

She tried to convince herself that his advances weren't welcome and that his touch had no effect. Yet, he was stirring up a hunger in her that felt potentially explosive. His presence was a threat to her resolve.

Alana headed back to the kitchen to clean up the plates from her and Drew's impromptu breakfast. She also thought about Cadence keeping Drew's invitation a secret and grabbed her cell phone.

“Pick up the phone, lady.” Alana tapped her nails against the countertop as she counted the rings. Just when she thought the call would go to voicemail, Cadence picked up.

“Hey!”

“You have some 'splainin' to do, Lucy!” she said in her best Ricky Ricardo impression. Alana had picked that up from watching
I Love Lucy
reruns with her mother. She had always loved Ricky's heavy accent. “I was just thinking about the other night. I don't like being ambushed!”

“Ambushed, Alana? Really? I told you Drew asked me not to say anything.”

“What's with him?”

“He was afraid you wouldn't go.”

“Since when is he afraid of anything?” Alana sucked her teeth and waved her hand, dismissing the notion.

“Never mind that, missy. How about you explain that tongue duel that the two of you seemed to have gotten lost in at the after-party! Your entire mood changed after that. You even avoided me at the office yesterday and then you left early so I never had a chance to interrogate you. What's going on?”

“I wasn't avoiding you.” Alana smiled sheepishly, even though Cadence couldn't see her.

“Hello!” Cadence said after a considerable pause.

“James was there.”

“What? Where?”

“At the party. I didn't realize it until just before I pulled Drew onto the dance floor. Do you know that fool looked at me, turned to his date, kissed her and looked back at me again? That's when I—” Alana lowered her voice “—kissed Drew.”

“Come again?”

“Ugh! That's when
I
kissed Drew.” Alana's voice reached its full volume.

“Alana!”

“Don't scold me, Cay, please! I didn't know what to do. It was stupid. I know. We can be so intelligent in life, but relationships will reduce us to a pile of senselessness.” Alana grabbed a handful of her own hair and grunted. “You're not the only one who wanted answers. Drew showed up at my door this morning. He just left a few minutes ago.”

“No way!” Cadence sounded shocked.

“Yep. Get this. Drew spotted James staring at me all night. I didn't even know he was there until the party was almost over. Drew sensed that something was up so I admitted that James was my ex. That was so embarrassing!”

“Wow!”

“Yeah. I know.”

“I have a question and I want you to be completely honest with me, Alana. Do you still have feelings for James?”

“No. I'm over him. The kiss was a bad idea. I wanted to show him that I had moved on also, but now I have to deal with Drew.”

“What do you mean?”

Alana started pacing. “Before he left, he kissed me again, told me he was coming back for me and then walked right out. I stood there dumbfounded for a few moments before I even locked the door.”

“Whoa! Maybe that was payback for the other night.”

“Here's the problem. When his lips connect with mine, my brain stops working. I can't pull away. I can't believe I just said that aloud, but it's true. It's like...I can feel every nerve in my body.”

“Are you falling for him again?”

“No! Drew Barrington is the last man that I would allow myself to fall for. I told you, I'm done with his kind—with him, period. Besides, he spends most of his time in Europe. A relationship would never work. I wouldn't even waste my time.”

“Sometimes we can't control who we fall for.”

“Humph. Until I'm ready to get back in the game, I'll stick to my rules. I want someone accessible. Not someone who just wants to flirt, have sex and then walk away for months at a time. I deserve more.”

“You're a great woman and your prince is out there somewhere.”

“Please! No more frogs!” Alana whined and both of them laughed.

“Hey, I can't promise that!” After a few more moments of laughter, Cadence said goodbye.

Alana finished cleaning up the kitchen and got ready to run her Saturday-afternoon errands. As she headed to her bedroom, her cell phone rang again. Assuming it was Cadence calling back, she ran to the kitchen to grab the phone. Perhaps she had left something unsaid. When Alana saw James's number, she stopped walking and stared at her display.

What does he want?
“Hello?” She was going to let the call go to voicemail, but her curiosity got the best of her.

“Hey!”

“Fancy hearing from you. What's up?” She was collected and proud about it.

“It was nice seeing you the other night. You looked great.”

“Thanks. What can I do for you, James?” Alana shifted her stance and placed a hand on her hip.

“Listen... I'm sorry about the way things went.”

Alana continued to her room and flopped onto the bed. “I just wish you would have picked up the phone or told me face-to-face. I think I deserved more than a text.”

James was silent for a few moments and then said, “I guess that wasn't the best way to do it.”

“Well. It's done now.” Alana wanted to tell him not to do the same thing with his current girlfriend. She also wanted him to know that she was over the whole thing and the best way to do that was to remain unaffected. “Take care, James. I wish you the best.” She thought that telling him to have a good life would make her seem bitter.

“Alana!” She heard James yell just as she was about to end the call.

“Yes?”

“Maybe we should meet so we can talk.”

“Thanks, but that won't be necessary.”
It's too late.
Alana ended the call.

This interaction was confirmation for Alana. James had been a walking red flag that she had blatantly ignored, but she was no longer upset with him. In fact, she was grateful for the lesson. She would only give her all to the man who proved he deserved it.

Despite her proclamation, Drew's words still taunted her throughout the rest of that day.

I'm coming back for you.
She recalled his husky voice when he'd said those words and a slight shiver squiggled down her spine.