Chapter 22
July arrived, and they met it with the wind in their faces.
The 4th had been subdued, fireworks forbidden out of fear of starting a wild fire. Her time with Grim kept it from being a disappointment.
“Not too fast,” Michele yelled, then gasped, hugging him a little tighter as the Yamaha left the pavement, bouncing over the washboard shoulder before dropping into the dry bed of Canyon Creek. They caught air for a few seconds, and she screamed when they hit bottom.
“Slow down,” she yelled, and then laughed.
“Fine,” Grim said with mock annoyance, and cut their speed in half before bouncing over the concrete lip into the wash way under the highway. Halfway through he goosed the accelerator, and Michele squealed in surprise.
“You’re going to get it,” she said.
“As long as yo
