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TWENTY MINUTES LATER, we were outside and getting ready to leave. I’d made her grab a leather jacket, which she’d also grumbled about. It was indeed hot outside, but I knew that if we did run into problems on the road, I didn’t want any part of her getting hurt.
“Here,” I said, handing her my helmet.
“What about you?” she asked, her eyes widening. “Shouldn’t you have a helmet, just in case?”
It took me a few seconds to answer. Jessica was standing close and her tanned face glowed under the sunlight. She looked so young and sweet that it caught me off guard. “I’ll be fine. We only have a couple hours of riding.”
“Slammer, do you have an extra helmet?” she asked him. He was standing behind us, keeping an eye on the street.
“Your mother’s,” he sighed, “but it’s in her car at the m
