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“Precisely.”
“Okay, boys,” Katrina said as she tore another piece off her everything bagel. “How about we at least keep the subject on what’s legal.”
“How about Mom’s not here to tell you that you can’t get on a deathtrap,” Justin suggested, and Lorenzo’s eyebrows raised as he looked at Katrina, who was poised to take a bite and stopped.
“What?”
“The bike,” Lorenzo said to her. “What do you think?”
“I think I’m sitting in a bathrobe consuming breakfast.” She took the bite then to keep herself from grinning when Lorenzo’s mouth twitched up into a smile.
“You’re afraid.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m unprepared. There’s a difference.”
“She’s never been on one,” Justin explained. “She won’t even ride with me.”
“You ride?” Lorenzo asked him.
“Yeah. She’s not as sweet as yours, but she’s all mine. We could go riding sometime.”
“I’d like that, yeah. But, Trina...c’mon.” Lorenzo returned his attention to her. “Not even one ride around the block? I’ll wait for you to get dressed.”
“Oh, fine.” She put her bagel down and stood. “Just around the block. Will that satisfy you?”
“Hardly,” he drawled back. “But it’s a start.”
“Oh, it’s so on.” Justin pulled his phone out. “I’ve got about 30 percent battery but I need to get proof of Trina on the back of a bike.”
“You two are hilarious,” she muttered before walking out of the kitchen and back towards her bedroom.
One ride.
One tiny ride around the block.
Holding onto Lorenzo.
She stood in her bedroom and inhaled sharply. “I can do this.”
“What’s that?” she heard her brother call from the hallway.
“Nothing. Go bug Ren,” she called back before pulling fresh clothing out of her closet to wear. Jeans, a long sleeved form fitted black shirt, and...
What shoes should she wear?
“Hey, Ren?” she said loudly.
“Your tennis shoes will be fine,” she heard him say and had to smile.
It was just like it used to be.
But then her smile fell.
Because things would never be as simple as they had been back when they were teenagers.
And part of the reason why had been conceived when they were dating.
“Shut up,” she muttered out loud, hoping her brain would listen.
