He bent down, retrieving the helmet. He would’ve preferred a full face for her, but it wasn’t an option. By the time he stood,she was heading toward him down the walkway and eyeing his bike. He mounted it.
“Get on.” He offered her the helmet, and she stepped back, holding up her hands.
“I don’t think so.”
Her gaze trailed over the length of the bike, and she shook her head.
He rested his arm on his leg, smirking. “You scared?”
“Very and I’ve got no shame admitting it.” She scoffed.
Really?Usually women were eager to get on the back of his bike. Not Addison.
“Gotta do things that scare you.”
“Clowns freak me out too. Can’t we just go to the circus?”
Cross laughed, shaking his head, and once again offered her the helmet.
“How about we take my car?” There was a desperate plea in her tone.
“No.”
She flattened her lips. “Well, then you take your bike, and I’ll follow you in my car.”
Cross chuckled. “No. Get on.”
She sighed. “A quick ride around the block?”
“The place we’re going is about an hour away.”
She whined softly which had him steeling his features in an effort to tamper down his amusement.
“I need to baby step this, Cross.”
“No, you don’t. C’mon.” He waved the helmet.
When she made no move to take it, Cross reached out, grasped her wrist, and pulled her closer. He placed the helmet in her hands, giving her no choice but to take it.
“Will you go really slow?”
Was she really that afraid? He could admit it had a risk of danger, but he wouldn’t be taking any chances with her on the back.
He smiled. “No. But I’ll be careful with you.”
She wasn’t fully convinced, so he added an element that he knew would get her on his motorcycle.
“You wanna know more about Knox, right? Let me show you what he loved the most.”
The ride. There was nothing on earth Knox loved more than riding his bike.
She narrowed her gaze. “That’s dirty, Cross.”
It was, and he had no shame. He took the helmet from her hands and put it on her head, strapping it snuggly.
“Hannah’s going to kill me,” she muttered.
He didn’t understand, and she didn’t elaborate. He pointed to the metal peg.
