Page 21 of Stand and Defend


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Her gaze bounces between my eyes, and after a second, she nods.

“Okay, come over on this side.” I tap behind me. “Make sure to keep your leg away from the exhaust.” I show herwhere to step, and she swings her leg over, straddling the seat behind me. She’s left a gap between us, sitting right on the edge, like she’s trying to not get too close. “Where are you?”

“Here.”

I can’t see wherehereis. Reaching behind me, I hook under her knees and yank her forward, wrapping her arms around my stomach.

“You’re supposed to behere.”

She clears her throat.

“Ready?”

“Wait, wait! Is there anything I need to do?”

I turn my head to the side. “Hold on around my waist. In turns, look over my inside shoulder and lean with me. Keep your feet on the foot pegs, even when we’re stopped. And don’t wiggle your ass around. I’m sure that last one is gonna be really hard for you to follow but try your best.”

“Okay. Waist. Inside shoulder. Lean. But what if I forget something?”

“I’m not going to be taking any fast corners on your first ride. Just focus on holding on and keeping your feet on the pegs. Cool?”

She blows out a breath. “Uh-huh. Okay, I’m ready.”

“It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“Just don’t kill me.”

I chuckle as I hit the kickstand with my heel to put it up, engage the clutch, shift the bike into first gear, and take off slowly. We head to the end of the road, and as soon as we pick up speed, she squeezes me.Solid grip.I check in at the last stop sign before we hit the main road.

“Still good?”

“Still good.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

I take the back highways—heading to the quieter smoothroads where I ride when I need to think. We’ll be going slow until we get out of the evening traffic around the cities. As the sun sets, the chatter of teeth come through the bike intercom.

“Sure you’re warm enough?”

“I’m fine. Keep going.” She shivers again. I should have made her grab a jacket.

I huff. “No, you’re not.” If she’s cold now, she’ll be freezing once we accelerate.

There’s a small fishing pond up on the left, so I pull off the road and park alongside it.

I hop off the bike and hold out my hand for her as she steps off. Removing my helmet, she copies me.

“What are we doing?”

“Warming you up.” There’s a spare thermal shirt I keep rolled up tight under the seat, so I grab it and take off my jacket and offer it out to her.

“I’m really okay, I like the feeling of being cold.”

“Well, I don’t wanna listen to your teeth clacking in my ear, so put it on.” I shake the jacket in front of her, and she accepts it.

Tugging my T-shirt over my head, I catch her checking me out briefly, and I grin. “Thought I wasn’t your type.”

“Hate to burst your bubble, but I was only looking at your tattoos.”

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