5 Bikers for Valentines

“Oh hell, I really love that,” I said, groaning.

“So, we can do it right now,” she said.

“What?”

“On my phone. We can do it right now. Let me pull up the website.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I said. “Right now? We’re gonna book something right now? I mean, have we talked about your business yet?”

“We have. I’m gonna start my search next month online and with a realtor. Once I have it narrowed down to two places, you’re gonna get all the pictures and you’re gonna tell me which one to go with because I can never make decisions like that on my own. Then, when I sign the rental agreement, you’re gonna help me decorate the damn thing because I’m shit at that. Okay?”

“You really are shit at that. I’m no interior designer but I know I can do a better job than you,” I said.

“Very funny, smart ass. Now, ready to book?” she asked.

She turned her phone around and I saw the most picturesque, snow-covered mountain I’d ever seen in my life. I took her phone and started scrolling through the pictures, looking at the cabins available to me. There were massive cabins that could house two families and small studio cabins that were made for only one or two people and, all of a sudden, things started falling into place. I looked through pictures of fires roaring in the fireplace and pictures of the jet tub every cabin boasted. I thought about cooking my small little dinners for one and enjoying cups of coffee while the sun set over the beautiful view where one of the studio cabins was located.

I clicked on it and searched for its available dates and found that it was open for three solid weeks.

I saw Gwen smile out of my peripheral vision while I continued to type away on her phone. I dipped into my purse and pulled out my credit card, booking the small cabin for the next three weeks. I had four days to pack up and get out there and, by the time I hit the confirmation button, I’d resolved myself to another task.

I was getting rid of that shitty apartment of mine.

“So?” Gwen asked. “How does it feel?”

“For the first time in a month, I feel excited about something,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “You should. It’s a beautiful place, and you’re gonna love it. And who knows? Maybe you’ll meet yourself a sexy rugged manly man.”

“Oh, no. I’ve got the cabin and it’s lit a fire under my ass to ditch the apartment. I’m not taking on a man.”

“Girl, you really need to get laid. When was the last time you got laid?”

“I have sex!” I exclaimed. “Just… not… often?”

Gwen started laughing before she tossed a grape into her mouth.

“You should find yourself a nice, local mountain man who’s got a thing for city girls. He’d dick ya right before he sent ya home. And if he’s real good to you, he’ll feed you sweet tea shirtless, too.”

“Are you serious right now?” I asked.

“Hell yes! Go to the mountains, relax, and get laid. Those are your three tasks.”

“I’m not focused on finding a man right now,” I said. “I’m focused on finding a future.”

“Well, two out of three is still the majority,” she said. “I can’t be pissed at that. And did I hear you say something about actually getting rid of that apartment?”

“I’m riding the high of doing something I wanna do, so I’m gonna ride it as far as it takes me,” I said.

“Wanna call the landlord now?” she asked.

That grin on Gwen’s face was something I was never able to say “no” to. The moment that grin crawled across her face, it meant she had a plan in motion, so I handed her phone back to her before I pulled out mine.

“Stay quiet,” I said as I dialed the number.

“When have you known me to be anything but?” she asked.

I shook my head at her while she continued to eat lunch. I talked with my landlord and told him I would be moving out in the next four days and that whatever I needed to pay was all right with me. He wasn’t happy and tried hard to negotiate me into staying but I stayed firm. I knew it was going to be hard for him to rent that apartment back out, especially since he didn’t take care of it in the first place. But I didn’t care. For the first time in a month, I felt like I was finally taking control of my life again and, now that I had a wonderful trip planned, I felt like I knew what I deserved.