Chapter 22
Tarot
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AFTER PEYTON CALLED in to her work, I told her I needed to go home and change. “Would you like to take a trip with me?”
“To your place? Sure,” she replied, smiling. “As long as we take your motorcycle.”
“Of course. You’d better change into some jeans,” I said, nodding toward the white sundress which showed off her shapely legs, but wasn’t riding material. “You look gorgeous, but it’s safer.”
I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to her. One never knew if some asshole was going to cause an accident. It was mind-blowing the amount of people who still didn’t watch out for motorcyclists. Even as loud as my bike was, people just didn’t seem to pay enough attention.
Peyton went back to her bedroom to change and I checked my messages. There was a text
