They hit the road after stopping at the gas station in front of the casino so Elyse could walk around a little and use the bathroom, and Mac took a quick glance at his watch. They were making surprisingly good time for how often he stopped for her. Not that he begrudged her the time. It was nice having someone on the back of his bike, someone who wasn"t one of the club whores who would expect something, even if it was only a few drinks or a little cash, along with her lay at the end of the day.
Not that he expected Elyse to put out once they got home. Mac sure wouldn"t turn her down if she offered but it wasn"t the price of the ride.
"Where are we now?" Her sultry voice caressed across his senses.
"San Carlos Indian Reservation."
"I got that much from the highway signs. Give me more
