grabbed one of his wrists.
“Tighter!” she ordered, and he increased his hold around her.
Caleb lifted his feet to press against the passenger foot pedals as Paige kicked the bike into gear. They proceeded at a slow pace until reaching the street, at which point she gunned the bike, and they leapt out onto the road.
“Crap!” Caleb exclaimed as his arms instinctively tightened around her waist. He thought that he heard her laughing, but wasn’t entirely certain.
She was quite satisfied to feel him tightly hugging her, and she relished the wild freedom of being on a motorcycle again. This was the surprise she had been waiting all day to spring on him, and it was working out just perfectly, in her opinion. She had researched the various models on her flight from California, having decided that her new life in Atlanta would include a cycle. She had been an avid rider since the 1950s, but had not owned one in many years.
Now it’s time to rekindle my relationship with Harley Davidson.
Caleb finally reconciled himself to the fact that Paige wasn’t going to let them fall over on the street and was surprised that she rode so well. He had definitely found a topic to talk about over dinner later that night. Suddenly, he was happy that they hadn’t eaten yet because his stomach was knotted with tension. As if by instinct, his arms enveloped her waist.
That’s my boy
, Paige thought, loving the feeling of his strong arms encircling her. She increased speed while weaving in and out of traffic.
They test drove the cycle for about twenty minutes before Paige made her way back to the dealership. By the time they whipped into the parking lot, Caleb had become a permanent fixture on Paige’s back. She lurched the cycle to a stop just outside the main doors, cut the engine, and flipped the kickstand into place with the toe of her shoe.
“Time to let go, tiger,” she suggested as she lifted her helmet off. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”
He released her with a start and slipped his helmet off just as the salesperson walked outside. They both got off the cycle, and the man looked at Caleb with a raised eyebrow.
“I see he didn’t fall off or throw up in the helmet,” the fellow observed.
Caleb scowled but remained silent.
“Nah, I took care of him,” Paige replied with a smirk.
“Lucky guy,” the man said as he eyed her with an appraising look. “Well, whaddaya think?”
“I’m game,” she said. “Throw in the helmet and a set of leather saddlebags and you’ve got a deal.”
The man seemed momentarily caught off guard by her smooth, haggle-free terms. “Done,” he replied. “Come on in, and we’ll knock out the paperwork.”
“My new toy,” Paige cooed as she followed the guy into the showroom.
“Him or the bike?” the guy asked, gesturing with his thumb towards Caleb.
She merely giggled in response as Caleb blushed in three shades of red.
Both
, she silently confirmed.
As Paige completed the sale, Caleb browsed the host of accessories on display. After a few minutes, his eyes settled on the one-piece leather riding suits, immediately recalling something he had once seen in a vampire movie. He beamed with satisfaction as he turned to stare across the showroom where Paige was standing.
“Oh, babysitter,” he cooed softly.
Paige’s head pivoted in a blur, and her blue eyes expertly targeted him in her sights. After a spontaneous assessment, she beheld him with a curious expression. He discreetly used the crook of his finger to beckon her to him. She said something to the salesman and wandered over.
“Wassup?” she asked.
“So, promise me you’ll give me another ride on your new bike,” he baited.
She frowned. “Well,
yeah
. Anytime, anyplace. I’m riding it home tonight, after all.”
“Great,” he said. “Tomorrow, then. Shall we say, just after lunch?”
She spared him with a deadpan expression. “Not funny, Caleb.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” he
“Tighter!” she ordered, and he increased his hold around her.
Caleb lifted his feet to press against the passenger foot pedals as Paige kicked the bike into gear. They proceeded at a slow pace until reaching the street, at which point she gunned the bike, and they leapt out onto the road.
“Crap!” Caleb exclaimed as his arms instinctively tightened around her waist. He thought that he heard her laughing, but wasn’t entirely certain.
She was quite satisfied to feel him tightly hugging her, and she relished the wild freedom of being on a motorcycle again. This was the surprise she had been waiting all day to spring on him, and it was working out just perfectly, in her opinion. She had researched the various models on her flight from California, having decided that her new life in Atlanta would include a cycle. She had been an avid rider since the 1950s, but had not owned one in many years.
Now it’s time to rekindle my relationship with Harley Davidson.
Caleb finally reconciled himself to the fact that Paige wasn’t going to let them fall over on the street and was surprised that she rode so well. He had definitely found a topic to talk about over dinner later that night. Suddenly, he was happy that they hadn’t eaten yet because his stomach was knotted with tension. As if by instinct, his arms enveloped her waist.
That’s my boy
, Paige thought, loving the feeling of his strong arms encircling her. She increased speed while weaving in and out of traffic.
They test drove the cycle for about twenty minutes before Paige made her way back to the dealership. By the time they whipped into the parking lot, Caleb had become a permanent fixture on Paige’s back. She lurched the cycle to a stop just outside the main doors, cut the engine, and flipped the kickstand into place with the toe of her shoe.
“Time to let go, tiger,” she suggested as she lifted her helmet off. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”
He released her with a start and slipped his helmet off just as the salesperson walked outside. They both got off the cycle, and the man looked at Caleb with a raised eyebrow.
“I see he didn’t fall off or throw up in the helmet,” the fellow observed.
Caleb scowled but remained silent.
“Nah, I took care of him,” Paige replied with a smirk.
“Lucky guy,” the man said as he eyed her with an appraising look. “Well, whaddaya think?”
“I’m game,” she said. “Throw in the helmet and a set of leather saddlebags and you’ve got a deal.”
The man seemed momentarily caught off guard by her smooth, haggle-free terms. “Done,” he replied. “Come on in, and we’ll knock out the paperwork.”
“My new toy,” Paige cooed as she followed the guy into the showroom.
“Him or the bike?” the guy asked, gesturing with his thumb towards Caleb.
She merely giggled in response as Caleb blushed in three shades of red.
Both
, she silently confirmed.
As Paige completed the sale, Caleb browsed the host of accessories on display. After a few minutes, his eyes settled on the one-piece leather riding suits, immediately recalling something he had once seen in a vampire movie. He beamed with satisfaction as he turned to stare across the showroom where Paige was standing.
“Oh, babysitter,” he cooed softly.
Paige’s head pivoted in a blur, and her blue eyes expertly targeted him in her sights. After a spontaneous assessment, she beheld him with a curious expression. He discreetly used the crook of his finger to beckon her to him. She said something to the salesman and wandered over.
“Wassup?” she asked.
“So, promise me you’ll give me another ride on your new bike,” he baited.
She frowned. “Well,
yeah
. Anytime, anyplace. I’m riding it home tonight, after all.”
“Great,” he said. “Tomorrow, then. Shall we say, just after lunch?”
She spared him with a deadpan expression. “Not funny, Caleb.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” he
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