Cinda walked into the local pub with Gabe. She was dressed as he was in jeans and a tee-shirt, a leather bike jacket and a pair of boots. He’d insisted on her riding on the back of her bike to come over here. He had told her the weekend wasn’t yet over, so it was still his to ride. She had to get on the back. Grinned right at her, she could see he was actually enjoying himself riding around on her bike. It was different to his dirt bike, a smoother ride, cornered better, he took the long way to the pub.
They didn’t need to be there till seven thirty and he’d come home on time, told her to be ready to go when he got home, just in case he was late. The kitchen stopped cooking at eight thirty tonight; had a table booked apparently. The boys and their wives, plus Eliza, were joining them as w
