Chapter 9

“So? What do you think?” Dave asked from the doorway leading into the house. Kyle glanced over at him and grinned. His big, muscular biker dude had an apron tied around his waist. The smells of grilled vegetables and meat wafted out to the garage.

“It’s wicked cool.” Kyle stroked a finger over the seat. “I’d love to go for a ride.”

Dave snorted. “Not on my bike, kid. No one drives Martha except me.”

Kyle laughed. “Martha?”

Dave grinned and shrugged.

“Well, maybe you could drive her, and I could just be the passenger. You got extra helmets.” Kyle inclined his head toward several motorcycle helmets on a nearby shelf.

“I thought you wanted to lie low.”

“Yeah, but with the helmet on I should be okay.”

“Okay. You ready now?”

Kyle stood, excitement soaring through him. “Really? What about dinner?”

“It’ll keep. We’ll heat it up a bit when we return. We’ll just go for a short ride.”