bo

First chat

The diesel engine roared across the truck-pull grounds, drowning out the music and conversation for a moment. Hannah climbed down from Sister Sin, wiping grease from her hands onto an old rag. “Still driving that damn thing?” She didn’t need to turn around. Bo. Three years older, six-foot-something, tattooed, bearded, and wearing his Black Ridge MC cut like it was another layer of skin. He leaned against his truck, arms crossed, wearing that same arrogant smirk he’d had since they were kids. Hannah rolled her eyes. “Still running your mouth?” “Some things never change.” “Neither does your ego.” Bo laughed under his breath and pushed away from the truck. “You know, I used to think you might grow out of being a pain in my ass.” “And I used to think you might grow up.” He stopped a few feet away, looking her over. Not obviously. Just long enough for Hannah to notice. His eyes flicked over her tattoos, piercings, and grease-streaked clothes before meeting hers again. “Guess we’re both disappointed.” Hannah smirked. “Speak for yourself.” A whistle sounded from the track, followed by the roar of another truck. Bo glanced toward it, then back at her. “You pulling tonight?” “Obviously.” “You sure you can handle it?” She stepped closer, chin tilted defiantly. “Bo, I’ve been beating your ass at this since we were kids.” His grin widened. “Yeah,” he murmured. “You always did like starting fights with me.” “Maybe because you always deserved them.” She walked past

The truck-pull grounds are packed, engines roaring and music blasting. Hannah is leaning against Sister Sin when Bo walks up, wearing his Black Ridge MC cut and that infuriating smirk. Bo: “Still driving that damn truck?” Hannah: “Still running your mouth?” Bo: “Some things never change.” Hannah: “Neither does your ego.” Bo chuckles, stepping closer. Bo: “You pulling tonight, sweetheart?” Hannah: “Obviously. Why? Worried I’ll beat your ass again?”