Phase (Phoebe Reede: The Untold Story)
Following on from the Declan Reede: The Untold Story series, comes this standalone spin-off series following Phoebe, who is all grown up.
Every aspect of Phoebe Reede’s life has been defined by her father. Caught halfway between being a teen and an adult, she yearns to break free from the weight of expectations surrounding the Reede name.
Her desire for freedom sends her overseas on her first solo journey. There, she finds herself having an unexpected adventure with an unlikely person.
How can she learn who she wants to be and what is nothing more than a phase?
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AFTER I’D TURNED off to follow the route Beau had
indicated, I found myself on a road that twisted and bent to the curves of the
hill we were climbing. When I hit the corners, I couldn’t help myself, I leant
into them and upped the throttle. Beau’s bodyweight was a little bit of an
adjustment, but I could easily correct for it—especially when he seemed to
understand the physics and leant into the corners with me.
We practically floated up the mountain, springing
nimbly from one corner to the next with barely any time upright in between. I
pushed the bike faster and faster, without ever letting myself forget that it
was a second-hand beast, and I was still testing its boundaries. I may have
been an adrenaline junkie, but I wasn’t stupid and wouldn’t do anything too
reckless. The engine and suspension were in fine form though, if I did say so
myself.
I’d slowed down considerably by the time we reached
the top of the hill then pulled over to the side of the road and took my helmet
off.
Beau followed suit and tugged his helmet off too.
“So where to?”
Beau grabbed both our helmets and twisted to secure
them to the sissy bars. The movement caused his thighs to brush along my arse.
Once he had the helmets secured, he leant around me to grab the handlebars.
Normally, I would have lost my shit at someone else taking over control, but he
was the one who knew where to go. Plus the feel of his chest pressed against my
back, and his chin resting on my shoulder stole my breath. It may have been my
imagination, but his arms seemed to squeeze a little tighter than necessary as
he guided the bike around.
Before long, he’d brought us to a stop near a grassy
area that overlooked the city of Sacramento.
For a moment, I rested my feet on the ground and just
stared at the view, unwilling to get off the bike just yet. The lights stained
the night sky with reds and whites. The moment was so magical—so surreal.
“Wow,” I murmured. “Spectacular.”
“Yeah, ya are.” Beau’s voice murmured near my ear.
My stomach clenched at his words, tightening into a
ball that sent spikes of desire shooting downward. I wasn’t sure whether he
intended me to hear them though. In fact, he’d uttered them so quietly that I
doubted he had, so I chose to ignore them.
He cleared his throat and spoke a little louder as he
climbed off the bike. “I gotta admit, I ain’t met many people can handle a bike
like you. ’Specially with the extra weight; but you, darlin’, you were
flawless.”
Climbing off the bike and following him toward the end
of the car park, I blushed at his words. I’d heard similar things before, but
they were usually followed by, “but I guess that’s to be expected, with who
your father is,” as if my every achievement had been manufactured by him.
When I glanced back up at him, he was staring at me as
if he didn’t believe I could be real. Our gazes locked, and time froze. It was
like my mind had taken a snapshot of the moment and continued to play it long
after reality had passed.
After a moment,
we both looked away.