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ago.”
“Who’s that?”
“An old girlfriend, if you must know. But that’s not important. The important thing is, you should know how handle a weapon in case you ever need to. Besides, it’s a lot of fun killing old cans.”
Tina snickered into his chest. “Okay. I’ve had a beef with old cans for a while now. This will give me a chance to get even.”
“That’s my girl,” Jack said. When he realized what he had said, he wondered at his choice of words.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“You’re sure I can’t ride that one?” Tina asked as she slipped the helmet on. It was a little big, but it was the only spare helmet Jack had.
“Sorry. I like you, but I don’t like you that much. This is my great-grandfather’s bike. Nobody rides this bike but me. Are you sure you know how to handle the one you’re on?” Jack asked as she sat down on his new Softail Deluxe, his daily rider.
She thumbed the bike to life. “I think I can handle it,” she grinned as she snicked the bike into gear and pulled smoothly away.
Jack kicked the Knucklehead to life and duck-walked it out of the warehouse while it warmed. He pulled the garage door opener from his jacket pocket and closed the door behind him before booting the bike into gear with a solid kerchunk! He rumbled past Tina where she was waiting at the end of the short drive before he gave the old girl some beans as he turned onto the road. He checked his rearview and watched as Tina fell in a comfortable distance behind him. A warm autumn day, my great-grandfather’s bike under m,e and a sexy brunette on another Harley as my wingman. Today is going to be a good day, he thought as his face split into a wide smile.
They spent two hours rumbling through the New Mexico countryside, weaving and dancing the bikes along the back roads. When he had suggested they take a ride, he had meant with her riding bitch on the back of the Softail, but his initial reservations about allowing her to ride his bike were gone. She had quickly demonstrated a confidence and skill on the bike that put his mind at ease. As nice as it would have been to have her tucked in tight to his back, this was better.
Low on fuel, Jack pulled off the road at his normal shooting spot. They were at the end of the two-hour loop into the country and back. He dismounted and removed his helmet as she did the same. She needs some riding leathers. And a helmet that fits, he observed as she sauntered up.
“That was fun. Thank you, Jack,” Tina said as she melted into him and rewarded his generosity with a long and promising kiss.
As she pulled back, Jack felt flushed as he tried to gather his wits. “You ready for some more fun?”
“A little public for that, isn’t it?” she asked, her tone and body language saying far more than her words.
Jack snorted out a laugh. “Not that. This,” he said pulling his Beretta M9 from the bike along with a couple of empty hands and two full bottles of water.
It was the same gun that had been pointed at her head only three nights ago, and it looked as menacing now as it had then. “I don’t know, Jack,” she said, eyeing the weapon. A flat black, it looked ready to kill them both with little provocation. “Am I even allowed to touch the thing?”
“Technically, probably not. But it’s my gun, properly purchased. If someone comes up and starts asking questions, we’ll just tell them I’m the one doing the shooting.” This was where everyone came for shooting, and they wouldn’t think twice at seeing a stranger there. “Remember, this is just a tool. It’s no more and no less dangerous than any other tool,” he said, trying to put her mind at ease. “Here, let me show you.” He quickly unloaded the gun and placed it in her hands. The weapon was a little big for her small hands, but not overly so.
He quickly ran her through how to safely handle the weapon and how to work the controls.
“Who’s that?”
“An old girlfriend, if you must know. But that’s not important. The important thing is, you should know how handle a weapon in case you ever need to. Besides, it’s a lot of fun killing old cans.”
Tina snickered into his chest. “Okay. I’ve had a beef with old cans for a while now. This will give me a chance to get even.”
“That’s my girl,” Jack said. When he realized what he had said, he wondered at his choice of words.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“You’re sure I can’t ride that one?” Tina asked as she slipped the helmet on. It was a little big, but it was the only spare helmet Jack had.
“Sorry. I like you, but I don’t like you that much. This is my great-grandfather’s bike. Nobody rides this bike but me. Are you sure you know how to handle the one you’re on?” Jack asked as she sat down on his new Softail Deluxe, his daily rider.
She thumbed the bike to life. “I think I can handle it,” she grinned as she snicked the bike into gear and pulled smoothly away.
Jack kicked the Knucklehead to life and duck-walked it out of the warehouse while it warmed. He pulled the garage door opener from his jacket pocket and closed the door behind him before booting the bike into gear with a solid kerchunk! He rumbled past Tina where she was waiting at the end of the short drive before he gave the old girl some beans as he turned onto the road. He checked his rearview and watched as Tina fell in a comfortable distance behind him. A warm autumn day, my great-grandfather’s bike under m,e and a sexy brunette on another Harley as my wingman. Today is going to be a good day, he thought as his face split into a wide smile.
They spent two hours rumbling through the New Mexico countryside, weaving and dancing the bikes along the back roads. When he had suggested they take a ride, he had meant with her riding bitch on the back of the Softail, but his initial reservations about allowing her to ride his bike were gone. She had quickly demonstrated a confidence and skill on the bike that put his mind at ease. As nice as it would have been to have her tucked in tight to his back, this was better.
Low on fuel, Jack pulled off the road at his normal shooting spot. They were at the end of the two-hour loop into the country and back. He dismounted and removed his helmet as she did the same. She needs some riding leathers. And a helmet that fits, he observed as she sauntered up.
“That was fun. Thank you, Jack,” Tina said as she melted into him and rewarded his generosity with a long and promising kiss.
As she pulled back, Jack felt flushed as he tried to gather his wits. “You ready for some more fun?”
“A little public for that, isn’t it?” she asked, her tone and body language saying far more than her words.
Jack snorted out a laugh. “Not that. This,” he said pulling his Beretta M9 from the bike along with a couple of empty hands and two full bottles of water.
It was the same gun that had been pointed at her head only three nights ago, and it looked as menacing now as it had then. “I don’t know, Jack,” she said, eyeing the weapon. A flat black, it looked ready to kill them both with little provocation. “Am I even allowed to touch the thing?”
“Technically, probably not. But it’s my gun, properly purchased. If someone comes up and starts asking questions, we’ll just tell them I’m the one doing the shooting.” This was where everyone came for shooting, and they wouldn’t think twice at seeing a stranger there. “Remember, this is just a tool. It’s no more and no less dangerous than any other tool,” he said, trying to put her mind at ease. “Here, let me show you.” He quickly unloaded the gun and placed it in her hands. The weapon was a little big for her small hands, but not overly so.
He quickly ran her through how to safely handle the weapon and how to work the controls.
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