Chapter 4
Ava hooted for the glory of the moment as they hit the highway and Chris finally let the hog do what it was built for—fly.
Her hair, although clamped to her head under her helmet, flared behind her, and the wind hit her skin with a chill that was delightful in the heat of the day.
Her arms were around Chris for safety’s sake. But the way she was squeezing him had nothing to do with practicality and everything to do with need.
She hadn’t been lying when she said she’d dreamed of this moment, and it was a thousand times better than she’d ever imagined.
For a second, she pressed her forehead to the center of his back and squeezed his waist harder. One of his hands dropped down from the handlebars to grab hold of her fingers. Hers clung to his for a second until he moved it back
