INKA
The ride back had been even better than the one out—my body more relaxed against Maggie's, the wind singing past us like an old friend. I felt alive in a way I hadn't before, the hangover gone, replaced by a rush of freedom and a faint ache in my muscles from holding on.
Kayde's car wasn't yet out front, and a small pang of disappointment twisted in my chest, but I pushed it down. He had said half a day. He'd be back shortly.
Maggie killed the engine in the garage and swung off the bike with the same effortless grace she’d shown all morning. “That was perfect timing. I needed that ride.”
I smiled, cheeks warm from the wind. “It was incredible. Thank you for taking me.”
We walked back into the house together, and her phone rang from her back pocket just as we entered. She pulled
