Emily's fingers tapped an irregular rhythm on the steering wheel as she navigated the winding coastal road. The salty breeze whipped through her open window, carrying the faint scent of fried food and engine oil from the nearby pier.
"Jesus, my head is pounding," Sophia groaned from the passenger seat. "Remind me never to mix tequila and attempted pancakes again."
Emily snorted. "At least we didn't burn down your kitchen. Small victories."
She pulled into a parking spot near a row of gleaming motorcycles, their chrome accents catching the late morning sunlight. As they stepped out of the car, Emily's gaze lingered on the bikes. For a fleeting moment, she pictured herself on the back of one, arms wrapped around a broad-shouldered rider in a leather jacket. She shook her head, banishing
