Chapter 2:
Jordan's face was pinched for a moment. It reminded Kendal of that moment after the first taste of bitter lemonade—the tightening of her lips never fading. "Why the hell would you go to some small hick town in NoCal. Your work has been just fine from here. New York is the mecca of writing and literature. Why leave?"
Kendal looked down at her half eaten salad before she spoke. "I need to get away from the city for a while." She sounded broken—voice cracking in her attempt to swallow the tears. "I have an idea for a new book. I just can't find any inspiration here. I need to go for a while." Kendal looked at Jordan thoughtfully, "You're an amazing publicist and an even better friend, but I need to do this."
Jordan just nodded her head. This was goodbye for a while. Kendal had woken up the morning following her latest tryst and had a realization… it was time for change.
One week later, Kendal found herself surrounded by luggage in a car en route to her rental in Charming, California. She couldn't help the smile that crossed her face as she took in the sleepy town. Charming was a far cry from the concrete jungle that was New York City. However, she was shocked when she came to a stop in front of her temporary home. The house was gorgeous 2-story Victorian with a lush yard. What she hadn't expected was the Auto garage and MC across the road. That certainly wasn't listed on the rental description.
Kendal was at a loss. She hadn't bargained on having a group of men right outside of her front door. This was bound to spell out disaster with her track record. But she couldn't help but look on with lust as she watched a tanned, tatted biker swagger his way to a Harley and pull out of the lot.
What the hell had she gotten herself into?
AN: Again. This is a short chapter but I am working on getting the plot up and going.