Chapter 6

Ryan hands him the helmet. He doesn’t want to lose cool points with Ian when so far he seems to have impressed the other man, but he doesn’t want to lie. “I’m not sure.”

“Shit, I shouldn’t have made you get on. We could have taken a taxi. I’m an asshole.” Ian rests the helmet on the bike and crowds into Ryan’s space, one hand on his hip, one on his chin, looking into his eyes like he’s checking for shock.

“I’m an adult. I could have said ‘no.’ I’m fine,” Ryan says firmly because Ian hadn’t made him. He’d just kissed him to lure him into saying “yes.”

“I know you’re an adult, but so am I. I was being childish, wanting to show off. If you want to go home, I’ll get you a taxi, or we can go upstairs and I’ll make you an Irish coffee to steady your nerves,” Ian offers, his hand gentle on Ryan’s face. He’s starting to think there’s more to Ian than a bad boy who can break in anywhere and solve any problem outside the law.