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the truck.
    “Thanks for the ride.”
    “You’re welcome.” Razer followed as she walked to her door. Unlocking it, she turned to say goodbye, but before she could, he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
    “I’m going for a ride on my bike for an hour or two; would you like to go?”
    Beth looked toward the truck with the men inside.
    “Just us. I’ll go get my bike and you can get changed into some jeans.”
    “I can’t—”
    “Yes, you can. Your sister is gone for the day.” At her surprised look, Razer appeared unapologetic at his obvious eavesdropping in the restaurant. “I bet you don’t have anything important that has to be done today. Come for a ride with me in the mountains.”
    “All right.” Beth found herself swayed by his smile. She was just as weak as the other women.
    “Good. I’ll be back in an hour. Be ready,” he ordered.
    Beth simply smiled at his order, going inside the house. Once the door closed, her calm exterior faded and the recriminations began in earnest. All the time she was getting changed into more comfortable clothes, she was determined to convey to him that she couldn’t go when he returned. As she put on her tennis shoes then fixed her hair back into a tight ponytail, she continued to believe what she was telling herself.
    When the knock came in less than the hour, Beth was surprised he was back so soon.
    “That wasn’t an hour," Beth accused when she opened the door.
    “I was afraid you would change your mind.”
    “As a matter of fact—" Beth started to say.
    “Oh, no, you don’t. I didn’t bust my balls to drive back here, breaking the speed limit, for you to turn me away. Where are your keys?”
    “Wait just a minute. I—”
    “Nope,” Razer cut her off again and, seeing her keys sitting on the small table by the door, grabbed them, sliding them into his blue jeans’ pocket. Beth swallowed apprehensively when her eyes were drawn towards him with his action.
    “Let’s go.” Taking her hand, he pulled her out and locked the door.
    Resigning herself to the point that this was indeed going to happen, Beth followed him meekly to his motorcycle.
    “I have never ridden before," she told him nervously when he handed her a helmet before placing one on himself.
    “It’s not hard. Get on.” Beth clumsily straddled the huge bike, holding on tight to the seat when Razer got on. “Grab on to my waist.”
    Beth nodded her understanding before reaching out and clutching him around his waist.
    “No, Beth, like this.” Reaching for her hands, he pulled them forward, scooting her whole body forward until the front of her body was plastered to his. Her arms held tightly to his waist. Without another word, he turned on the motor.
    Beth’s first motorcycle ride was an experience she would never forget. The mountains were beautiful in their full glory while the bike made her feel as if she could truly appreciate the natural beauty of their surroundings. She finally understood the freedom someone could feel, the excitement women were drawn to at the skill and strength to maneuver the beast of a machine around the turns as well as other cars on the road.
    They rode for over an hour before they headed back to Beth’s home. At her door, he pulled out her keys, unlocking the door before pulling it open.
    “Would you like to come in for something to eat before you go home?”
    “That’s one of the things I never refuse.”
    “Oh, what else is on your list?” Beth teased, walking towards her kitchen.
    Razer shrugged. “Not a lot, but home cooked food is definitely on the top.”
    “Well, let’s see what I can do.”
    Beth opened her freezer, grabbing some Stromboli’s that she’d made the previous weekend and then froze so that Lily could heat them when she arrived home from school. The freezer was full of pre-made meals that Lily could heat up for herself if one of the clients kept Beth late. Schedules were important to Lily and it kept things normal for her to