“Thanks, Mom. I wa—” I hear a loud rumble of bikes behind me, but I don’t turn. There’s no point. It won’t be him and bikers obviously go to college too. The bikes pull up right beside my car and my mom’s face pales before a smile stretches wide. I already know what she’s going to say before his name leaves her lips. “Royce?” My mouth snaps closed, still refusing to turn and face the music. “I wasn’t expecting you—all of you…”
