Page 67 of Billionaire Bad Boy Auction

“What do you mean?”

Eddie shrugged. “You spent your whole life trying to keep your brother from crashing and burning. Now you’re not doing that anymore. So what do you do with all that energy? If you’re not chasing women, what else is there?”

“Riding,” I answered. “There’s a lot.”

He chuckled. “There’s got to be more to life than building bikes and chasing yourself in circles.”

“Man, eat your burger. I don’t want some two-cent psychobabble.”

He laughed. “Alright, fine. Where is this woman that has you all twisted up?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

Eddie wiped his mouth with a napkin and leaned back, patting his stomach. “You know what we need? A day out on the water. Just us, a cooler of beer, and no one breathing down our necks. What do you say?”

I shrugged, picking at the last of my fries. “We definitely should. It’s been a while since I’ve taken the boat out.”

“Exactly,” he said, pointing a fry at me like he’d made some grand point. “You’ve been holed up in that shop of yours too long. You’re gonna turn into one of those cranky old hermits who yells at kids to get off his lawn.”

“I already yell at kids to get off my lawn,” I muttered, crumpling up my napkin and tossing it on the plate.

Eddie laughed, shaking his head. “See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You need sunlight, Dean. Fresh air. Maybe even a little fun, if you remember what that is.”

“Fun,” I repeated dryly. “What’s that?”

“It’s that thing normal people do when they’re not busy brooding over women they refuse to admit they care about,” he shot back, grinning.

I leveled him with a look. “You’re really interested in my love life. It’s weird, man.”

“Hey, someone’s got to keep you in check.”

Eddie paid the bill, which was silly considering I was the billionaire, but I appreciated him not expecting me to pay.

I walked to my bike and picked up my helmet.

“Quit being an idiot,” he said. “If you care about her, go tell her. Before she makes decisions thinking you don’t.”

“What if I screw it up?”

Eddie barked a laugh. “Oh, you will. But that’s life, brother.” He walked backward toward his truck. “Better to screw up trying than spend the rest of your life wondering.”

I got on my bike and started it. I knew exactly where I was going. And I knew why I was all twisted up. I was falling for Portia. The idea was terrifying. I didn’t fall for anyone.