Mack puts up with Brad’s flirtatious banter because he doesn’t think there’s anything serious about it. But when Brad goads him into a race, Mack takes the opportunity to find out just how far the younger biker will go when they’re finally alone.

Joy Ride

“Oh please,” Brad answered. He kept his gaze


on Mack, as if he thought perhaps the biker was watching him from


behind his shades, which he was. “It’s hot and sexy and


tight. Responds to the slightest touch, one hell of a ride.


Stan patted the leather seat behind him.


“This is a Harley,” he explained, and Mack bit back the urge to


tell him that he didn’t think the kid was talking about what Stan


thought he was talking about. “There’s no better ride in the


“I can think of better,” Brad disagreed.


“Hey Mack, can’t you?” When Mack didn’t reply, Brad pressed, “Come


on, Daddy. Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.” Mack clenched his


jaw—he wouldn’t allow himself to be baited, not here in front of


Sylvia’s where anyone could see, not in front of Stan. But Brad


didn’t let up. “And smarter than you. And faster—”


“That bike’s not faster than mine,” Mack


interrupted, then glared at the grin on Brad’s face that clearly


Chapter 2