“Want to put your money where your mouth is?”
“Hundred bucks says not only doesn’t she clean up after you, but she has you waiting on her by the end of this.”
“You’re on.”
Cole chuckled. “Let me lay out the terms to her. I’m gonna enjoy the look on her face.”
“Sure.”
“Well, I’ll give her a ride to your place. You take her bag, and-”
“I got her.”
“You got her?”
“Yeah.”
“Crash, you’re running a solo seat,” Cole said, pointing out the obvious.
“She’ll ride the fender.”
“You’re shittin’ me, right?”
“Nope.”
“Crash, you live in fucking Oakland.”
“Know where I live, Cole.”
“It’s forty miles.”
“Yep.”
Cole grinned. “You even got foot pegs?”
“I got those long bolts I put on.” Crash grinned.
“You did see the fucking ridiculous shoes she’s wearin’, right?”
“You worry too much.”
Cole shrugged. “Okay. It’s your face she’s gonna scratch off.”
“By the time I get her home, she’s not gonna sit for a week.”
“Plan to hit a few potholes on the way?”
“You know it.”
Cole shook his head. “Payback for her smart mouth?”
“Payback’s a bitch.” Crash grinned.
“Yeah, and she can be one, too. You may be spending a couple of weeks together. You really want to start it off this way?”
“She needs a lesson. I’m only too happy to give her one.”
“All right, brother. I hope you got this.”