best smart ass grin. “I did.”
“Cute. So, I’ve been thinking about what you said. You know, the Harley thing.”
Riiight. “You mean the trade the med for the Harley thing.”
He cleared his throat. “That’s what I meant. So, how about going this afternoon?”
She shook her head. What a PIA. “I’m serious about the deal, Dies.”
“Oh, I know that. It’s just the weather’s supposed to be good and you know Boston in the winter.”
She stopped what she was doing and looked up into his eyes. Those damn eyes. No wonder he had so much sex. Jackass. “Don’t you want to know what med it is?”
“Actually, no. The more I know the more it will just freak me out. I’ll leave it to you.”
“This afternoon then.” Her voice trembled.
He put his hand on her shoulder. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You know I would never let anything happen to you, right?”
She did. She really did. But she’d never been very good at giving up control. She nodded.
He smiled. “Okay. Let’s leave around one so we have enough light. Let’s get the rest of this unpacking done so we can leave on time.”
“Okay,” she said without much enthusiasm.
“Don’t worry so much, Doc. You’re gonna love it. I promise.”
An hour later Helen was standing in the garage watching Diesel check some mechanical things on the bike. Bike . She hated that term. Bikes came with baskets and bells and training wheels. This thing was a god awful monster.
“Okay. You’ll ride behind me and I want you to hold on tight, okay? This helmet should fit you.”
He put the damn thing on her head and wouldn’t you know, she started to shake. He took it back off. His beautiful, green eyes were full of concern for her. She would have been touched if she weren’t about to vomit on his boots.
“You don’t have to do this, you know. I’ll still try a med.”
No. No way. She wasn’t about to punk out. Opportunity was knocking. It was a whole new experience, right? She took a deep breath and told herself to embrace it. “No, I want to.”
“If you want to stop at any point, just grab my leg real hard. I won’t be able to hear you when we’re moving. I promise, I’ll gleam you straight home and go back for the bike. The ride ends when you want it to.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
She watched intently as Diesel got on first. He raised the kickstand and set the bike upright.
“Alright. You’re going to put your foot on this peg and swing your leg over, kind of like you’re getting on a horse. Use my shoulders for balance.”
Helen did as she was told.
“Good. I want you to keep your hands on my hips and keep your feet on the pegs at all times, even when we’re stopped. Other than that, just remember to lean with me, okay?”
Helen exhaled. “Right.”
“Okay, I’m gonna take us out of the garage.”
The bike moved slowly as Diesel took them out of the underground. As they moved along the front of the house and out the long driveway, Helen tried to get used to the noise and the feel of the motorcycle beneath her. He hung a right out of the drive and started to head out of the city. She realized quickly he was taking Route 9. That meant a lot of lights for the first twenty minutes or so. Worked for her. Then, when they were at a light, she looked up ahead. The entrance to highway 128. Oh, no. She felt a hand on her thigh and realized Diesel was looking at her. His eyes were questioning. Just as the light changed she gave him a nod. Dear lord, she must be losing her mind.
As Diesel pulled them on the highway, she barely had time to get used to it before he was pulling off and driving up the entrance to the Mass Turnpike. They were going west? Holy crap. She soon realized the Pike was far less crowded at midday than 128 and as she got accustomed to the feeling of her body being so exposed at a higher speed, it wasn’t so bad. One more highway and her driver pulled off in Stowe and headed west on Route 62.
It was
“Cute. So, I’ve been thinking about what you said. You know, the Harley thing.”
Riiight. “You mean the trade the med for the Harley thing.”
He cleared his throat. “That’s what I meant. So, how about going this afternoon?”
She shook her head. What a PIA. “I’m serious about the deal, Dies.”
“Oh, I know that. It’s just the weather’s supposed to be good and you know Boston in the winter.”
She stopped what she was doing and looked up into his eyes. Those damn eyes. No wonder he had so much sex. Jackass. “Don’t you want to know what med it is?”
“Actually, no. The more I know the more it will just freak me out. I’ll leave it to you.”
“This afternoon then.” Her voice trembled.
He put his hand on her shoulder. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You know I would never let anything happen to you, right?”
She did. She really did. But she’d never been very good at giving up control. She nodded.
He smiled. “Okay. Let’s leave around one so we have enough light. Let’s get the rest of this unpacking done so we can leave on time.”
“Okay,” she said without much enthusiasm.
“Don’t worry so much, Doc. You’re gonna love it. I promise.”
An hour later Helen was standing in the garage watching Diesel check some mechanical things on the bike. Bike . She hated that term. Bikes came with baskets and bells and training wheels. This thing was a god awful monster.
“Okay. You’ll ride behind me and I want you to hold on tight, okay? This helmet should fit you.”
He put the damn thing on her head and wouldn’t you know, she started to shake. He took it back off. His beautiful, green eyes were full of concern for her. She would have been touched if she weren’t about to vomit on his boots.
“You don’t have to do this, you know. I’ll still try a med.”
No. No way. She wasn’t about to punk out. Opportunity was knocking. It was a whole new experience, right? She took a deep breath and told herself to embrace it. “No, I want to.”
“If you want to stop at any point, just grab my leg real hard. I won’t be able to hear you when we’re moving. I promise, I’ll gleam you straight home and go back for the bike. The ride ends when you want it to.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
She watched intently as Diesel got on first. He raised the kickstand and set the bike upright.
“Alright. You’re going to put your foot on this peg and swing your leg over, kind of like you’re getting on a horse. Use my shoulders for balance.”
Helen did as she was told.
“Good. I want you to keep your hands on my hips and keep your feet on the pegs at all times, even when we’re stopped. Other than that, just remember to lean with me, okay?”
Helen exhaled. “Right.”
“Okay, I’m gonna take us out of the garage.”
The bike moved slowly as Diesel took them out of the underground. As they moved along the front of the house and out the long driveway, Helen tried to get used to the noise and the feel of the motorcycle beneath her. He hung a right out of the drive and started to head out of the city. She realized quickly he was taking Route 9. That meant a lot of lights for the first twenty minutes or so. Worked for her. Then, when they were at a light, she looked up ahead. The entrance to highway 128. Oh, no. She felt a hand on her thigh and realized Diesel was looking at her. His eyes were questioning. Just as the light changed she gave him a nod. Dear lord, she must be losing her mind.
As Diesel pulled them on the highway, she barely had time to get used to it before he was pulling off and driving up the entrance to the Mass Turnpike. They were going west? Holy crap. She soon realized the Pike was far less crowded at midday than 128 and as she got accustomed to the feeling of her body being so exposed at a higher speed, it wasn’t so bad. One more highway and her driver pulled off in Stowe and headed west on Route 62.
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