CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
As they worked on the last song to be translated, Blaise’s body still hummed from the residual adrenaline from the motorcycle ride. He’d given Lamisi free reign to go where she wanted. She’d taken to the longest stretch of highway she could find. Being Sunday, the Tema Motorway had been free of the standard traffic found during the week. And then, she’d surprised him by taking the George W. Bush Highway straight to its end in Mallam.
The ride had been as exhilarating as if he’d driven the motorcycle. Her merger of speed and safety as they’d zipped along the road had set him on a natural high. Three hours of driving hadn’t seemed to be enough for her when they’d gotten back to his place and removed their helmets.
Her skin glowed, and she couldn’t seem to shake her smile
