Tank POV
Watching Max walk down that aisle caused my insides to churn, and I wished I hadn't eaten the food I was given. I still can't identify what it was; it filled my belly and now threatened to return with force. I swallowed several times, trying to get rid of the taste. I lick my lips to find the taste of coffee, which was much better. But the churning didn't completely go away.
My little lady never faltered as each bike roared to life. Her eyes rarely left mine. When they did it, it was so she could look at my body up and down with her eyes and smile, I presumed, at the sheet I was wearing. I felt underdressed, looking at her. She had put a lot of effort into looking fantastic and feminine, or the girls did, but the canvas they had to work on needed little help. This was most like
