Chapter 216

Harley

Fifteen Years Later

“Are you sure you want me to teach you, and not your dad?” I question Erick, looking up at him, because he’s now taller than me.

He grins, the one so much like his dad I have to do a double-take. “No matter how good he is on the back of a bike, I think everyone knows you’re better.”

“I wouldn’t say that. He can hold his own, but I’ve been riding longer than him.”

“Exactly,” he runs a hand through his shoulder-length hair. “He can show me how to do all the mechanic shit, but I want you to teach me how to ride.”

I should reprimand him for the curse word, but he hears it so often with the group we hang around. It’d be like telling him not to breathe. “Okay,” I nod. “The first thing I want you to know is you’re going to be wearing a helmet until you’re eighteen and can make your own decision about what you want to do.”

“Mom,” he groans.