Bliss And The Art Of Forever (A Hope Springs Novel) - Plot & Excerpts
Instead, they’d ridden his Harley from Hope Springs to Austin, then from store to store, her hair looking worse with each stop. Putting the helmet on, taking the helmet off, the wind blowing as they rode. Then there were her aching legs . . . She’d worn jeans and ankle boots, so she was well-protected, but no matter how often she told herself to relax, tension was making itself known in her lower back. Her hips and knees were just as full of complaints. She had to face it. She was not cut out to be a biker chick, or biker mama, or whatever the term was. But she wasn’t going to have to worry about that, was she? Just like she wouldn’t be the one using the furniture he bought, or the one living in the house where the furniture would be delivered. The one to sleep in his bed, make him pancakes, drink the perfectly brewed cup of Sumatran coffee he handed her each morning. And why wasn’t she going to be the one?
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