Reflecting On Wishes (The Wishes Series)

Book 2
in the “Wishes” series by DeAnna Felthauser

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DeAnna Felthauser February 2013

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To my very bestest friend and partner in life, my husband Marty- Thank you for always supporting me, being my biggest cheerleader and pushing me to be my best. Through all the laughter and all the tears, I love you madly and I’m ever so thankful God blessed me with you in my life.You can pump my gas any day
!


To my brother Dean- Thank you for inspiring me to write about a tough girl that races motorcycles. I appreciate all your help and the crash course you gave me on Pro Stock racing. I hope I’ve made you proud. This one is for you…Love you, mean it!

To my sister Johnnie- Thank you for your encouragement, love, support and laughter. You make me want to work harder, give selflessly, and to be fearless like you are. I Will Always Love You! (I know you sang it when you read that!)

To my sister Delinda- Thank you, Nurse Lynna for answering my numerous phone calls concerning medical questions and helping me research it if you didn’t already know the answer. Love you seester!

To my BFF’s:

Stephanie, Tim, DJ and Eric- We may not be family
by blood, but you will always be family in my heart. Thank you for your encouragement, motivation, unconditional love, lots of laughter, and for always being here for Marty and I. Love you to the moon and back!

Dakota
Cane

Summertime was the best time of year; early May, but hot and breezy with the scent of honeysuckle blooming in the air. It was still dark, but Dakota had a couple of hours of driving time ahead of him to Commerce, Georgia. Once he met up with his brother, Dominic and his buddy, Tank at the diner for breakfast, they were heading to the drag races for the weekend.

This was his first long trip on his new matte black
Yamaha YZF-R1
motorcycle. He could hardly wait to get it on the highway and open her up. First things first, breakfast at
Lola May’s
diner. The only person he knew that could throw down some country cookin’ better than Lola May was his mom, Mikayla. He was still getting used to calling Mikayla, ‘mom’ even though she and Noah adopted him along with his brother and sister—the twin’s, about six years ago.

He pulled into the diner
but didn’t see Tank or Dominic’s bikes so he went ahead and parked, taking off his helmet before walking inside the cool lobby. As always, Ms. Lola greeted him with a boisterous hug.

“There’s my tall, dark and handsome! C’mere and give
Ms. Lola some lovin’s, honey.”

Dakota grinned and wrapped her u
p against him, lifting the buxom, curvy woman off her feet, sending her into a fit of girlish giggles. “Ms. Lola you get more beautiful every single time I come in here, darlin’.”

Kissing his cheeks, she patted his chest and fanned her face. “Oh
lordy be, honey, if I wasn’t married, I’d be doin’ things to you that are illegal in the state of Georgia, I would!”

He grinned at her, wiggling his eyebrows. “Ms. Lola, I would have let you too.” A brief kiss on her cheek left her gasping as she picked up a menu and fanned her face.

“Oh, honey, now you come on back here and take this table by the kitchen so’s I can come out and flirt with you while you’re here. Goodness knows you are good for this old gal’s ego.” With that said, she turned and weaved her way to the table, swinging her ample hips to and fro’ all the way there.

“You want some coffee
, honey?”

“Yes ma’am I do. I’ll wait for the guys to get here before I order though.”

“What trouble are y’all gettin’ into today? Gonna be chasin’ girls round town?” Lola turned his coffee cup over and filled it from a fresh pot of the steaming brew.

“We’re h
eading up to Commerce for the drag races this weekend.”

“Mhmm…I know what you’re doin’
, Dakota Cane, you ain’t foolin’ me none boy. You’re gonna go flirt with our hometown girl aren’t ya? Oh that Angel Vega is one lovely little creature. Why, I remember when she was just a tiny little sprite comin’ in here with her daddy for breakfast on Sunday mornin’s. They still do when she’s in town. She’s as sweet as pie too.”

He n
early blurted out that he’d bet she was sweet as pie but he snapped his mouth shut and grinned.

“We’re going to see the races
, Lola…not pick up women.”

“Mhmm, tell it to the judge
, darlin’. I see you lookin’ all fine in your black leather and snappy lookin’ bike. Mhmm you on the hunt for that girl, I can tell by the look in your eyes when I said her name.”

Laughing, he winked at her and nodded his head. “I plead the fifth
, Ms. Lola.”

“I am sure you do, baby. That is one lucky little spitfire you’re after, lucky indeed.”

About that time, Dominic and Tank came in the diner all decked out in leathers, looking just as handsome as Dakota did.

“
Woo wee you boys are tryin’ ta give an old woman a case of the vapor’s aren’t ya? Lord help me, I’m surrounded by a buncha tall, dark and chocolates.”

Tank scooped her up and kissed her cheeks, laughing when she squealed and giggled.

“Well don’t you look gorgeous this morning, Ms. Lola. Have you divorced your mister yet? I’d marry you in a heartbeat if you promised to make me those buttermilk pancakes at least twice a week.”

Ms.
Lola looked like a little girl against his nearly seven foot tall frame, but it didn’t discourage her from reaching up and patting his cheeks with her weathered hands and a big smile on her face.

“Sweet darlin’ I don’t think I’d make it through our honeymoon night to be able to make you those pancakes but my
, oh my, what a night that would be!”

His big voice chuckled out with laughter as he leaned and kissed her forehead.

“And you! Come here, Dominic and give this old girl some lovin’s this mornin’. Don’t let those two discourage you from tryin’ to win my affections now. There’s enough of me to go around, darlin’.”

Dominic laughed and gave her a soft hug and kiss on the cheek.

“Good morning, Ms. Lola. Sure does smell good in here. I’m starving to death!”

She ushered them to their seats and turned the coffee cups over, grabbing the pot and filling the cups to the brim.

“All right now, boy’s…whatchu want Ms. Lola to make you for breakfast? I don’t want y’all goin’ hungry on your trip up north.”

They placed their orders, and she sashayed off, turning just as she walked through the swinging doors to blow a kiss their way.

“Man, I bet she was a tiger back in the day.” Tank said, grinning like a kid in a candy store.

“Shoot, she’s still a tiger.” Dom was laughing as he stirred cream and sugar into his coffee.

“The tiger is that gorgeous woman we’ll be seeing at the racetrack today.” Dakota’s grin said it all. The guys all joked around, concentrating their teasing on his affection for Angel Vega.

Tank nudged his buddy’s arm. “Bruh, you got it so bad for her. She
doesn’t even know you exist. Don’t matter how many times you been in her daddy’s motorcycle shop getting your bike tricked out, she never gave you a second glance.”

Dakota elbowed his friend and took a sip of coffee, brooding a little. “I’m not use to that either. It’s frustrating as hell. I’ve never had a problem getting a woman’s attention. Maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to her. She’s elusive and snarky. You should see how she handles herself around that shop. She doesn’t take crap from anybody and she k
nows her way around a toolbox. It’s so damn sexy.”

His little brother snorted and broke into a rendition of
Right Said Fred’s,
“I’m too sexy”
, encouraging Tank to chime in and further embarrass Dakota with their teasing.

“You guys realize I can leave you in the dust on my new bike right?” He nodded to his stealthy looking ride.

“Ha! You realize I’m the one with the tickets and the pit passes right, bruh?” Tank reached into his leather jacket and pulled out the tickets, waving them in his face, smirking.

“What the…? You got u
s pit passes? Man, I love you, seriously!” Dakota could hardly contain his excitement. Pit passes meant meeting the drivers, which meant getting closer to Angel Vega—Latina goddess of the racetrack. A svelte, caramel skinned nymph with almond eyes and raven hair that reached the sexiest ass he’d ever seen.

Tank jerked the tickets back and tucked them back in
to the inner pocket of his jacket. “Mhmm, just a second ago you was talkin’ like you was gonna leave us remember? Didn’t he say something about that, Dom?”