Chapter Twenty-Seven
Amelia
I rested my cheek against Cade’s back as we rode along a winding road that headed toward the ocean. Willow Brook wasn’t right on the coast, but it was roughly a half hour away. I’d been anxious for Cade to get home once he’d told me he had his bike. We’d taken many trips—short and long—on this very motorcycle before. I hadn’t even known he still owned it, but apparently this bike, his favorite, had been stored in the back of his parents’ garage all this time.
He’d purchased a new helmet for me on his way home, announcing he couldn’t find the old one I’d used years ago. With my arms looped about his waist, I lifted my head and savored the cool summer air. This road avoided Anchorage entirely and skipped down to the shoreline along Cook Inlet, the wide inlet fr
