Fourteen
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“HOPEFULLY, YOU WON’T be doing anything that will land you behind bars,” she replied.
I smiled and started the bike. “You sound like my Uncle Sal.”
“And he sounds like an intelligent guy. Nice motorcycle, by the way,” she said loudly.
“You ride?”
“No.”
“Have you ever been on a bike?”
“When I was young, my father used to take me for rides on his.”
“What kind did he have?”
“He owned a Gold Wing.”
I nodded and asked if she wanted to take a ride with me.
Terin looked around the parking lot and then back to me. She looked uncomfortable. “I have to get back to work.”
“What about when you’re off?”
“I really can’t.”
“I could pick you up at your place. Nobody would have to know,” I said. I’d noticed the way her eyes had lit up at the mention of a ride and knew s
