5 Bikers for Valentines

“Since when do you have a laptop?” she asked.

“Since a couple of days ago. It was my first charge on our company credit card.”

“We have a company credit card?” she asked.

“We do now. I ordered one for you once I got it set up. Keep an eye on your mail. It’ll be getting to you sometime around Wednesday.”

“What’s the limit?” she asked.

“Only two thousand right now. Nothing we couldn’t easily pay back over the course of a couple of months. I figured we could request increases as we got our income stream coming in. It’s under the business name and everything.”

“Wait, you chose a business name?” she asked.

“Filed the paperwork and all that shit. I’ve been busy these past couple of weeks.”

“Sounds like it. What name did you go with?”

“Open Road.”

I watched a smile spread across my best friend’s face before she threw her arms around me.

“It’s perfect,” Lindy said. “I’m so excited.”

“Me, too. Now, do you mind staying here with the construction crews? I need to go check on the house,” I said.

“You go have fun. Let me know how things turn out.”

I got into my car and started for the house. I wasn’t sure what kind of disaster flick I was going to be walking into, but I hoped for the best. But as I pulled up to the house, it looked pretty normal. No caution tape or “do not enter” signs were posted, and all five of the guys’ bikes were parked in the driveway.

And there were lights on in the house.

I got out of the car and headed up toward the porch. I turned the doorknob to see if the front door was open and was hit with a glorious smell. Steaming broccoli and sizzling steaks. Butter and garlic and cheese wafted through the air. I could smell potatoes and sour cream, and I heard bacon sizzling on the stove.

It smelled like I had walked into a restaurant.

“Guys?” I asked.

“In the kitchen,” Nick said.

I walked around the corner and came face-to-face with my five beautiful men. They were slaving over the stove and chopping stuff up on the kitchen counter. There was a gorgeous kitchen table set for six, with wine glasses that were full of red wine.

Vases and vases of red and pink roses sat on every surface of the room and acted as a centerpiece to the dining table.

“What’s all this?” I asked.

“Don’t you know what day it is?” Jacob asked.

I looked at him, confused for a second, before it dawned on me.

“Happy Valentine’s day Emma,” Tanner said, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek.

In all the business and commotion of the past few weeks, the date went unnoticed. But not by my boys.

“You hungry?” Adam asked.

“For the stuff I smell? Yes, I am,” I said.

They all set the table, placing the food in the middle before they all sat down.