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rolling my eyes with asigh . "I
just don't know," I said, leaving the room, muttering to myself as I made
my way down the stairs. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into,
Jessica?" I asked myself. I paused a moment before the door, then taking a
deep breath and releasing it, I opened the door. In an instant, my anxiety
disappeared. Luke stood there, looking dashing, handsome, wicked, rugged, and
oh so sexy. He gave me a once over, grinning at my jeans and tennis shoes with
a nod of approval. "You ready?"
    I nibbled at my lip while I glanced over his shoulder
toward the bike parked at the curb. "We’re riding that?"
    "You bet," he said. He stepped back and
gestured toward the bike. "Isn't she a beauty?"
    I didn't really know what to say, but smiled nervously
as I stepped from the security of the Victorian and into what might be a
horrible experience. My stomach fluttered with butterflies while my heart continued
to pound crazily. We could be killed on that thing. What if he tipped over?
What if I got a bug in my eye? Even so, I had to admit that the bike did look
nice. It had shiny dual chrome muffler pipes on each side and a low seat, onto
the back of which I saw an extra helmet attached. As I got closer, I saw the
brand emblazoned on the gas tank. "That's a Harley?" I didn’t know
what I expected, but when I saw the name Harley, I associated it with
motorcycle gangs, high-rise handlebars, and leather saddlebags. I glanced at
him and noticed his eyes literally twinkling as he grinned at his machine.
    "Two-thousand eight Harley Davidson FXD Dyna
Super Glide," he nodded. “She is a beauty, isn't she?"
    "I guess," I could only agree. The fenders
and the gas tank were painted a glossy, shiny black, but the rest was all
chrome. The seat was low in the front, with a raised portion on back over the
rear fender, where he assumed I'd be riding. Two sets of foot pedals. "How
do you keep it so clean?" He glanced at me and smiled.
    "Plenty of TLC, and it's still relatively
new."
    A bike like that must have cost a fortune, I thought.
Maybe even as much as a car. Then again, he’d probably financed it. He stepped
to the rear of the bike and unlocked the latch that held the extra helmet in
place. He extended it to me and then reached his hand into the front breast
pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. He extended
those to me as well. I slowly took both, eyeing the bike warily. I then glanced
back at him. "I've never been on a bike before."
    "You'll love it," he assured.
    "You'll go slow , won’t
you? I don't have any particular affinity for being splattered all over the
pavement because you're being a showoff."
    He laughed and shook his head. "You know, the
more I get to know you, the more I like you." He paused a moment. "And
yes, I’ll go slow… I always take things slow, especially with women.”
    My heart thumped again, not with fear this time, but
at the suggestion of his words, which implied more than the speed of his bike.
    “Oh, by the way, allow me to properly introduce myself.
I'm Luke William Bradford, of Plymouth, Massachusetts." He extended a
hand, grin still evident.
    I smiled and extended my hand. "Jessica Jay
Mallory, of Billings, Montana. Pleased to meet you, Mister Bradford."
    He laughed and then gestured toward the bike.
"Let me get on first, and then you get on behind me, okay?”
    "Okay," I said, watching as he swung a leg
over and straddled the bike. His thighs hugged the sides of the bike and for a
second, the image of him straddling me like that sent a shiver of excitement
through my body. I quickly shook the image out of my mind, surprised at myself.
I never had such wayward thoughts, at least not on a first date. I watched as
he settled himself onto the bike, pulled his black helmet with black face
shield onto his head and fasten it. He looked sexy as all get out. The helmet
turned toward me and he gestured with his head. I approached a motorcycle and
hesitantly straddled