Chapter 20

“What do you see? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Adam smiled, a slow smile, almost flirtatious. “You were scared shitless when you got on the bike. There’s something about a scooter you never told me. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have asked you to ride with me, but you found your way through it. I’m proud of you. When you’re ready, you can tell me.”

Mike nodded. “Yeah, it’s been a long time since I was around a motorcycle. Lots of memories, some okay and some pretty bad. But I’m okay with it now. I’ll ride with you anytime you want to.”

They ate and talked casually, about the shelter and the kids, about life on the reservation and a few of their experiences in the military. Before they finished their pie a-la mode, the space between them had begun to spark with tension and awareness. It was back, with a vengeance—the attraction, the hunger and need that had tugged at them from the first meeting.

“Let’s get out of here,” Adam said. “I’m glad it’s no farther.”