Two hours later, we were on our motorcycles and enjoying the open road. Grinning from ear to ear, I followed Cole out of town, until we reached an overlook that gave us a great view of Jensen. We pulled over and took off our helmets.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” I asked, staring at the lights below. “I love Jensen. I can’t imagine living in a big city with all of the hustle and bustle.”
“I love it, too. And even more, I love you,” he replied, grabbing my hand.
I leaned over and kissed him. “I love you, too. Ace,” I said.
He grinned. “It’s Ice. Not Ace.”
I stared at him. “I know. You just don’t come across as an ‘Ice’ to me.”
“That’s because you’ve made me nothing but happy. Piss me off, though, and once glance will turn you to Ice.”
“Piss me off and I’ll turn you over and frisk you.”
“I’d
