him.
They had only driven a block from the addition before he was able to convince her that he should drive, since he knew the locations of the houses that they planned to see. The spunky vampire was happy to indulge him, doubting that Katrina let him drive very often. She knew that the red-haired vampire was a control freak, which likely extended to her driving habits.
However, their house-hunting wasn’t as satisfying as Caleb’s appreciation for driving was. It only took Paige a few minutes at each of the four prospects to determine they just weren’t for her. The first was much larger than she wanted, and the second was in a neighborhood that she didn’t care for. The third house had a nice layout from what she could see through the windows, but didn’t have a basement. She wanted a sublevel room, though not one as elaborate as Katrina’s. The final home on their tour was too far across town, nearly outside the county.
“Expecting trouble?” he asked when she voiced her concern.
“Babysitter’s always expecting trouble,” she dryly observed. “Especially when it comes to you. You seem to attract it.”
He shook his head at her response, amused by both her continued reference to being his babysitter and for sounding so much like Katrina at that moment. Still, he silently conceded that his life had become a lot more exciting, and dangerous, since becoming involved with vampires.
Paige studied him with a curious expression as they stood on the front lawn of the final property.
After a moment, he broke from his reverie and asked, “So, where to next?”
She expectantly held her open palm out towards him. “My special errand. And I’ll drive.”
Half an hour later, they pulled into the parking lot of a Harley Davidson dealership.
Caleb gaped at her with a wide-eyed expression and challenged, “You’re kidding.”
“Be nice,” she mildly admonished. “There’s still a lot you don’t know about me, kiddo.”
He expectantly followed her into the main showroom. A burly-looking fellow with goatee and Harley t-shirt greeted them as they entered. Paige had apparently been shopping ahead of time, because she knew exactly what she wanted to see.
The man led them to a red and chrome touring bike, though it appeared to be built more for speed than touring. Caleb had only ridden a motorcycle a couple of times and only as a passenger when catching a ride around campus with a friend while he was a college student. Caleb had a hard time imaging the petite young woman before him commanding the road on the impressive street machine.
Paige’s appeared delighted as the salesperson described some customizations that had already been made.
“How about a spin?” she asked with a menacing grin.
“Uh,” Caleb stammered.
The salesperson chuckled at his reaction and offered, “Little lady, take him out, but bring him back alive.”
He rolled the bike as if it were a toy towards the extra-wide doors leading out to the parking lot. Caleb marveled at the guy’s strength and at how easy he made it look to move the huge cycle across the floor.
Geez
,
does this guy bench press these cycles in the back room or something?
Paige grabbed two visor-equipped helmets and passed one to Caleb as he absently followed behind her. The guy scowled as he noted Caleb’s hesitant expression, but the man’s face reflected sincere surprise as Paige easily balanced the bike between her legs and remained upright.
“Somebody’s a natural,” he observed.
“Somebody’s had a history with hogs,” she clarified then turned her attention to Caleb. “Put on that helmet and hop on, kiddo,” she ordered before slipping on her own helmet.
Caleb swallowed hard as he popped the helmet over his head and moved to sit behind Paige. The engine started with a growl, and she revved it slightly.
“Arms around my waist,” she ordered in a loud voice.
He tentatively wrapped his arms around her petite waist, but she reached down and
They had only driven a block from the addition before he was able to convince her that he should drive, since he knew the locations of the houses that they planned to see. The spunky vampire was happy to indulge him, doubting that Katrina let him drive very often. She knew that the red-haired vampire was a control freak, which likely extended to her driving habits.
However, their house-hunting wasn’t as satisfying as Caleb’s appreciation for driving was. It only took Paige a few minutes at each of the four prospects to determine they just weren’t for her. The first was much larger than she wanted, and the second was in a neighborhood that she didn’t care for. The third house had a nice layout from what she could see through the windows, but didn’t have a basement. She wanted a sublevel room, though not one as elaborate as Katrina’s. The final home on their tour was too far across town, nearly outside the county.
“Expecting trouble?” he asked when she voiced her concern.
“Babysitter’s always expecting trouble,” she dryly observed. “Especially when it comes to you. You seem to attract it.”
He shook his head at her response, amused by both her continued reference to being his babysitter and for sounding so much like Katrina at that moment. Still, he silently conceded that his life had become a lot more exciting, and dangerous, since becoming involved with vampires.
Paige studied him with a curious expression as they stood on the front lawn of the final property.
After a moment, he broke from his reverie and asked, “So, where to next?”
She expectantly held her open palm out towards him. “My special errand. And I’ll drive.”
Half an hour later, they pulled into the parking lot of a Harley Davidson dealership.
Caleb gaped at her with a wide-eyed expression and challenged, “You’re kidding.”
“Be nice,” she mildly admonished. “There’s still a lot you don’t know about me, kiddo.”
He expectantly followed her into the main showroom. A burly-looking fellow with goatee and Harley t-shirt greeted them as they entered. Paige had apparently been shopping ahead of time, because she knew exactly what she wanted to see.
The man led them to a red and chrome touring bike, though it appeared to be built more for speed than touring. Caleb had only ridden a motorcycle a couple of times and only as a passenger when catching a ride around campus with a friend while he was a college student. Caleb had a hard time imaging the petite young woman before him commanding the road on the impressive street machine.
Paige’s appeared delighted as the salesperson described some customizations that had already been made.
“How about a spin?” she asked with a menacing grin.
“Uh,” Caleb stammered.
The salesperson chuckled at his reaction and offered, “Little lady, take him out, but bring him back alive.”
He rolled the bike as if it were a toy towards the extra-wide doors leading out to the parking lot. Caleb marveled at the guy’s strength and at how easy he made it look to move the huge cycle across the floor.
Geez
,
does this guy bench press these cycles in the back room or something?
Paige grabbed two visor-equipped helmets and passed one to Caleb as he absently followed behind her. The guy scowled as he noted Caleb’s hesitant expression, but the man’s face reflected sincere surprise as Paige easily balanced the bike between her legs and remained upright.
“Somebody’s a natural,” he observed.
“Somebody’s had a history with hogs,” she clarified then turned her attention to Caleb. “Put on that helmet and hop on, kiddo,” she ordered before slipping on her own helmet.
Caleb swallowed hard as he popped the helmet over his head and moved to sit behind Paige. The engine started with a growl, and she revved it slightly.
“Arms around my waist,” she ordered in a loud voice.
He tentatively wrapped his arms around her petite waist, but she reached down and
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