Jax
I didn't want to take her.
Ryder assigned it to me anyway, said the supplier only dealt face to face with people he trusted, and since I was the one who'd built the relationship years ago, I was stuck driving two hours each way with a woman I still hadn't decided whether to trust.
"You don't have to talk to me the whole ride," she said, swinging a leg over the bike behind me before I'd even finished checking the mirrors. "I promise I won't take it personally."
"Wasn't planning on it."
"Good. Neither was I."
I handed her a helmet without comment, and she took it without comment, and I decided that was probably the best either of us was going to manage for the next two hours.
She was wrong, though. About the not talking. Twenty minutes into the ride, once we hit the open stretch o
