Talon
“While we’re out this way, we might as well swing by Jake’s and grab you some clothes, yeah?” I asked, helping Laura with her helmet and swinging my leg over the bike.
“Yeah,” she replied, climbing on behind me and wrapping her arms around me. I still couldn’t get over how good it felt, having her on the back of my bike.
We pulled up to the farmhouse and Jake’s bike was out front, light spilling through the kitchen window.
I killed the engine, and the sudden silence felt heavy. Laura slid off the bike, her hand lingering on my shoulder before she stepped away.
The door was unlocked, as always. Jake never bothered with locks out here… too much trust or too little fear, I wasn’t sure which. The kitchen was empty, but the faint hum of a movie playing in the living room drifted down
