Sarah and Ryan left Garozzo's Ristorante around 10:00 p.m.
He looked around and added, "Can you give me a ride? I had Walter leave my bike outside your place earlier."
"Sure," Sarah said. "Here. You can drive."
"Don't mind if I do." He took the keys she handed him in one hand and her elbow in the other, and steered her toward the car.
They spent most of the drive, in silence. She was full of food, just a little drowsy from the wine, and she had a lot on her mind. Ryan must have been in a similar state because he did not seem to have much to say, either. He pulled the car up to the curb outside the building. She could see his Harley-Davidson parked a little further down the street, and they got out and stood on the sidewalk in front of the gate, a little awkwardly.
"Um..." Sarah glanc
