Riley could not imagine a worse wardrobe choice for motorcycle riding. She didn’t understand all of the words Juan and Evan said, but she knew enough to realize the words were foreign. And expensive.
Her experience with motorcycles was really with motor scooters, and there was a vast difference between the pretty pastel vehicles she saw zipping around the island and this sexy, black, muscly motorcycle. Evan kept looking at it like he was starving and it was his next meal.
scooters“So you’ve got two you want to try,” Juan said after about twenty minutes of walking around.
“The Ducati,” Evan said. “And this Harley.”
At least Riley had heard of a Harley Davidson. Maybe she hadn’t heard of all the letters and numbers in the one Juan had shown to them, but she did like the pretty, Hawaiian
