Will Be Yours Ch. 12

"Friendship is indeed the bedrock of a relationship," he said, "Many of my friends are married to their childhood sweethearts."

"Fill me up a little on them. What do they do?"

"Megan has her own jewellery boutique. She has her own jewellery range in fact, things like handbags and brooches and accessories. Paul's into business as well. He's got a fleet of cabs and limos that are always working over-time." He paused and laughed, pointing towards the highway. "We often joke that most of the cabs on Birmingham's streets are his."

"They seem hardworking people," I observed.

"They are. But there is something else you should know too."

"What is it?"

He started the bike and hesitated for a moment. "Megan and Paul may be a little shocked to see you," he said tentatively. "They haven't seen me with a woman since Diana. Megan is somewhat cranky. She talks a lot, has a weird sense of humour..." He craned his neck to look at me. "You know what I'm trying to say?"

I nodded with a smile. "It's okay," I lightly tapped his back. "I can handle it. You went through a whole wedding for me. I can do so much for you."

"There's no pressure. You don't-"

"Luke?" I raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You jump, I jump?"

He laughed, so did I. "You seem alive today," he smiled, turning the accelerator. "Now, let's go. I can't wait to see the look on their faces."

With a soft giggle, I put my arms around him, and had a brief flash of us taking more such rides together for several weekends to come.

(To be continued)