His eyes roamed over her body. As if she needed to worry about metabolism. “I can wait. Ready to ride over to the fest?”
“Sure.”
He took her hand. “For the record, if you still want a lesson on driving a motorcycle, I’d give you one. No race involved.”
The glint in her eye said she wanted to, but she said, “That’s okay. It’s not like I’m going to go out and buy a motorcycle. I’ll stick with my crappy car.”
Old Town was a neighborhood he liked to visit, but he wouldn’t want to live there. The buildings were all practically on top of each other. One person could lean out a window and touch the neighbor’s house. That was a little too close for comfort. It also meant cars were bumper to bumper on the street. He couldn’t imagine how bad it would be in the middle of winter.
Driving through
