“How many do you own these days?”
“Like forty,” he replied. “Give or take.”
“How often do you ride?”
“Not as much as I’d like to.”
“I bet the chicks go crazy for you when you’re taking them for a ride too.”
“No one has been on the back of any of my bikes, besides you.”
“You’re lying.”
“I don’t lie to you.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m not going to pretend that seeing you on this bike doesn’t affect me.”
There was a permanent grin on his face. “Why do you think I rented it?”
“I see. So you want history to repeat itself?”
“If it involves you loving me again.”
“And how about you? Where do you stand on that?”
“I never stopped loving you, kitten.”
Did he just say he loved me?
“Come for a ride with me.”
With a smartass expression, I folded my arms over my chest. “How about you come for a ride with me?”
He arched an eyebrow. “With you?”
“Oh, yes. This girl can ride now too.”
“No shit?”
“I learned in college.”
“Do I need to pay your instructor a little visit?”
“He’s married with three kids.”
“Good. I didn’t want to have to kill him.”
I shook my head, giggling.
“I miss that laugh, kitten. You remember how much you used to laugh for me?”
“Amongst other things.”
“All bad?”
“Some good. Great, actually.”
“How many bikes do you own now?”