RYDER
“Teach me how to ride a bike.”
The unexpected request pulled my attention away from the motorcycle magazine lying open on the old oil drum in front of me. Slowly, I lifted my head and looked at Liora, wondering if I had heard her correctly.
"You want to learn how to ride a motorcycle?" I asked, studying her face for any sign that she was joking.
She gave a nod, completely serious.
"If I'm going to be your old lady," she said with confidence, "don't you think it's only right that I learn how to ride a bike too?"
A small chuckle escaped me before I could stop it.
She really had no idea what she was asking.
Riding wasn't the same as sitting behind someone and enjoying the view. It was dangerous. One mistake, just one and she could end up badly injured. The thought alone made my
