“My place?” Shea’s eyes hooded, which gave Lucian pause, but he nodded. “Sure. You want to follow me there? I’ve gotta Ducati Multistrada, now.”
“I know,” Lucian said, adjusting himself and giving Shea room. He felt immediately bereft. “Both the way and the beautiful machine. Never thought you’d part with the Indian.” He held a hand out to Shea.
Taking it, Shea wrapped his scarred paw around Lucian’s. “I never thought I would either,” Shea said in that voice that sounded so lost. Another chip fell onto the pile of data awaiting Lucian’s consideration, but Shea shrugged off whatever was bothering him. A seam ripped, and Shea swore.
“Simply not worthy of you,” Lucian commented and got another smile. “And I’ll be right behind you. Came here in a limo but arranged for the Rover to get dropp
