Maxine POV
Tank nodded for me to get on the bike, and I watched him fiddle with his lid and jacket before I climbed on. He had something on his mind and was distracted. I didn't expect him to share; it doesn't work that way. We get told only what we need to hear, and sometimes it can be frustrating; other times, I am grateful for not knowing.
We started slow, Tank's head looking around, like he was expecting or looking for something or someone.
I could feel the tension radiating off of him, and there was absolutely nothing I could do that I could think of.
We hit the main road, and we made it up to Prez. They nodded to each other, a silent communication, and that was when the music started. They felt Tank relax a little and settle in for the ride. I noticed them looking at each area th
