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“Okay,” I mumbled. “It’s not that far anyway.”
“Good. You know, you weren’t this difficult to handle in your letters.”
I pouted and followed him. “In your letters, you weren’t ordering me around.”
He was walking too fast again, and I wasn’t going to run after him. He seemed to have realized that on his own, though, and slowed down.
“Thought you enjoyed being ordered around.”
Oh, fudge sticks and popsicles. Those things I’d mentioned in my letter were as bad as I’d feared.
I tried to laugh it off. “I think we’ve established I said a lot in those letters that stretched the truth a little.”
He harrumphed, the only response I got out of him. Griff stopped, and I stared at the black motorcycle in front of us.
“Wait a minute.” I stepped back. “That’s what you rode here?”
“Yeah. What’s the problem?”
“I can’t get on that.”
Just looking at it made my lungs lose all their air.
“Why not?” He unlocked the helmet from the handlebars and extended it to me. “Here you go.”
I eyed the thing that looked way too big for my head. “B-b-but it’s a motorcycle. I don’t know how to ride a motorcycle.”
“That’s why you’re taking the bitch seat.”
I sputtered, my face growing hot. “What did you just call me?”
“Not you, the seat back there. That’s what it’s called.”
“Oh.” How… disappointing.
“I thought you wanted to be daring Scottie McHottie.” He grinned, displaying perfect rows of teeth. “You won’t back down, will you?”
“I’m not a wuss!” He hadn’t used the word, but I was certain he was thinking it. I grabbed the helmet from him and placed it over my head. Just as I’d thought. Way too big.
“Let me.” Griff shifted the helmet to sit better on my head. “Now you look badass.” He rapped his knuckles on the helmet. “Kind of.”
“Let’s just go.”
The sooner I was home, the sooner I could forget all about this nightmare.
Griff threw one leg over the motorcycle and sat. He patted the seat behind him and held out his hand. “Come on up.”
I took a deep breath and hopped onto the bike and squeaked when I landed hard on the seat and might have bruised my balls a little.
“You okay back there?”
“Yes.”
“Put your arms around me.”
I pulled my hands into my chest. “What?”
“Hold on to me, Scottie, or you’ll fall.”
