“Was that awkward for you?” Ryan asked, back at his motorcycle. He handed a helmet to Chris.
“Not at all. Why?”
“You were pretty quiet most of the night.”
“This might come as a giant surprise to you, Ryan, but I’m really not that talkative. I’m pretty much an introvert.”
“It kind of does. I mean you flit around the restaurant greeting diners and such like an old pro.” He strapped his own helmet on and swung his legs over the motorcycle.
“That’s business. Different.” He sat behind Ryan and wrapped his arms around Ryan’s middle.
Ryan could definitely get used to the feel of Chris pressed up against him. He inclined his head. “Okay, hang on tight, Mabry.”
It didn’t take long for them to make it to Ryan’s house. Sutter’s Bay, for all its newfound popularity, was not that big. When they
