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“Love it,” I grinned.
“Would you ever trade in the other one?” he asked.
“Oh fuck yeah, if I could afford it. Truthfully, I hate that fucking Evo,” I complained.
“How much for both of ‘em?” Jak asked.
Oh my God. Don’t fuck with me, Jak.
“Well, $27,500 for the ‘Glide, and $17,500 for the Slim. That’s $45,000. I’d say we could probably go $40,000 for them both,” Steve responded.
“She’s got a 1991 Softail in above average shape for the age. It needs a battery cable,” Jak paused and looked toward me.
I smiled and pulled the battery cable from my rear pocket and held it in the air. If we ended up with two new bikes, there would be nowhere we couldn’t go. Hell, if Jak wanted, we could ride to the coast. The thought of getting rid of my shitty old Harley became exciting as Steve waited for Jak to finish speaking.
“How about $35,000 and the old Softail?” Jak asked.
Holy shit. Jak’s serious.
“Make it $36,500?” Steve asked.
“No,” Jak responded.
Fuck, I’ll toss in the fifteen hundred.
“I’ll go $36,000,” Jak said.
“You got a deal. Now what about her old bike?” Steve asked.
“I’ll deliver it this afternoon,” Jak responded.
“Sounds good, let’s write it up,” Steve said.
“Jak? You’re serious?” I asked.
It all happened so fast. I’d never had anyone buy me anything, let alone something as expensive as a new bike. It was difficult for me to comprehend. Completely overwhelmed with emotion and excitement for Jak and me to be able to ride together, I waited for him to respond.
“Push it to the door, honey. Let’s go get your bike and bring it back here, then we can spend the rest of the day riding,” he grinned.
As I thought of loading the bike into the truck, I remembered the day Jak and I met, and how he lifted the back of the bike into the truck with ease.
And. I. Got. Wet.
As he began to walk toward Steve’s office, I whistled. Jak turned around. I kicked the kickstand down and stood from the bike. I looked down at the waist of my jeans.
“Stick your hand in here,” I laughed as I pulled the waist of my jeans away from my stomach.
“Let me get this signed and over with,” he said as he tilted his head toward the office.
“Pussy,” I whispered.
Fuck, I said that out loud.
Before I had a chance to make a run for it, Jak had me pinned to the floor, and his hand in my pants.
Yeah, I think Jak will do just fine as a biker.
