Cassandra's POV
We walked out of the pack house and, Zachary led me over to his vehicle.
"My car is in the shop, so we're gonna have to take my bike!" I snapped my head in his direction.
"Bike?" I seriously hope he meant bicycle. Not that that would have been any better.
"My motorcycle" My breathing stopped and I halted in my steps. Seeing I was no longer beside him, he stopped and turned. "Cassie?"
"I've never ridden a motorcycle." I murmured. In truth I was terrified. George had one, and he treasured his Harley-Davidson. Only I wasn't ever allowed to ride with him or touch it. I once leaned against it while getting the groceries from the car and he slapped me across the face for it. Made it seem as if I did it on purpose.
After that, I never once looked at the damn thing again, eve
