Blood beat a rhythmic whoosh in Elyse"s ears, the rest of the world muffled through the heavy helmet as Mac drove the bike down their street and out on to the main road with an ease she couldn"t quite understand. Well, she could, she knew he"d been riding for years and she had no doubt about his skill. What she doubted was that she could ever handle the motorcycle with the same ease he did. Not that she had the desire to. Elyse was content to sit right where she was and enjoy the ride while he took care of the driving, the worrying about traffic and where they were going.
It was almost like something out of a book. She"d never experienced anything like riding with Mac, even after having read more than a few books that had bikers in them. Somehow the wonder, the exhilaration of the rumble
