CHAPTER 10
Ava’s POV
I’ve heard a lot of stories about terrible motorcycle accidents.
And because of that, I never really thought of riding one.
But here I was, riding behind Cain Harlow.
My arms tightened around his leather cut, pressing against his hard abs.
I sure hated his guts, but here I was holding on to him because my life depended on it.
It really did.
The streets of Greystone was quiet, but I saw more people walking around than I had when I first arrived. Some stopped to look just as we drove past, while some moved along as though they were already used to the noisy bike riders in this town.
Cain drove like he had nine lives.
Well, I had just one. And I badly wanted to tell him to slow down, but with the heavy breeze coursing through the air as the bike went on high s
