Chapter 4
Wind whipped across Rob’s face and snarled the curls that hung loose from his helmet. His fingers dug deeper into the meat of Jack’s shoulders as they flew down the coastline on an old Ducati. A sharp right turn had him fighting the urge to stay upright rather than lean into the curve. He’d forgotten his sunglasses at the house, and the view through his slitted eyes was a white and black blur of sand and asphalt. Tiny molecules of grit made their way past his lashes to be blinked away.
He felt incredible. Alive. Real.
Jack had steered the bike around at the southernmost point of the barrier island and headed up the bay side. They’d travelled the entire two and a half mile length of the island before turning south again at the bridge.
The bike pulled off the main road and sput
