دانلود رمان انگلیسی “بادیگارد گرامپس”

THE PURR OF MY motorcycle’s engine brings a broad grin to my face as I hug the curve and prepare to zoom past my friend, Christian Price. I picture the exasperated look he’ll give me behind his helmet. Lucky for me, Roxy, his wife, is riding backpack with him today, which makes him a bit more cautious and also adds more weight to his bike—not that I’d say that to her. It’s just physics. Desmond and Holt flank my sides as we come out of the curve, and I roll the throttle, zipping past Christian and raising my hand in his direction. “How’d you like the taste of my dust, Boss?” I ask through the comms in our helmets. “You’re showing off again,” Christian says flatly. “Just trying to impress the ladies.” I chuckle, enjoying the warmth of the July sun shining down on us as we leave Denver behind. Sighs buzz through the comms from all the guys, along with Chantelle’s laughter. She was the lone lady of our friendly motorcycle group until Christian got married and Caius got engaged. “You were impressed. Weren’t you, Chantelle?” I ask, my lips lifting into a smirk even though no one can see. “In your dreams,” she shoots back, though I can hear the lingering laughter in her voice. “Every night, baby.” If anyone didn’t know me, they’d think I was actually hitting on Chantelle while her fiancé, Jude Forshtay, rides backpack behind her. Still, I’m sure Jude will have something to say about me flirting with his girl once we stop. Cai changes the subject. “Has everyone been to Red Rocks?” His fiancée, Tallulah, clings to his back as we take the winding road outside Denver toward Golden. Everyone responds with an affirmative as I draw in a deep breath, relishing the morning ride. It’ll be much hotter by the time we reach Red Rocks for the Velvet Fret concert, but I wouldn’t trade this time with my friends. At least it won’t be as hot as the high humidity in the dead of Kuwait’s summer. Images flash through my mind, but before my heart can clench with that familiar anguish, I push the memories down and shift my attention to my friends and the beautiful landscape surrounding us. Chantelle and Jude come up beside me. Jude’s arms are wrapped tight around her waist as he presses his body flush against her back. A strange pain spreads through my chest. Everyone’s talking over the comms, but I don’t hear what they’re saying as the ache settles deeper. Shaking my head, I refocus on the road. I don’t have feelings for Chantelle. Never did. My flirting has always been harmless because Chantelle never felt that way about me either. And I most certainly am not jealous of Christian’s new marriage or Cai’s recent engagement. But . . . Maybe I am. Just a little. The truth is I’m a thirty-two-year-old bachelor who has barely dated in over a year. It’s been even longer since I’ve seriously dated anyone.