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could use a ride?" Her voice lifted at the end of her statement in question. Only if he wasn't too busy, she thought.
The music faded to a distant buzz, and she got a mental picture Sam was leaving wherever he was. She heard the distinct sound of boots crunching over gravel. "Where are you?" he asked.
She murmured Rayan's address.
Sam climbed on his bike and fired up the engine. "Stay there. I'm twenty minutes out."
"Don't knock!" she hurriedly added. "I'll hear your bike. Just park outside."
He sounded concerned when he said, "Okay."
Sam hung up the phone and stared at it for a second before pushing it into his pocket. Kaleidoscope dashed up to him and put her crimson nailed hand on his arm. "Babe! Where are you running off to? We got business to take care of tonight."
Sam grimaced. "Q-ball knows how to handle everything. Tell the fellas I'll meet you guys back at HQ. I've got some business of my own to tend to." He kicked up the kickstand and gunned the engine, shifting into drive and tearing away from the parking lot, leaving a trail of dust. He hated to leave in a hurry, but Afia had sounded urgent over the phone.
Sam avoided speed traps and took a shortcut where he could race full throttle to the address she had given him, familiar enough with the city to find the place on his first pass. He slowed his bike some and coasted past townhome after townhome, wondering which one was the right one. Suddenly, a door flew open to his right, and he braked. He swooped the bike up to the side of the road, blocked from getting directly next to the sidewalk by a parked Camaro. He dropped his feet to the ground and flipped back his vizor.
She looked amazing. The rose-hued, loose-fitting garment gave her normally modern style an exotic tweak. He smiled at her as she eased up her flowing robes and maneuvered herself onto the bike behind him. Sam handed a helmet over his shoulder, which she remembered how to put on correctly. As soon as the helmet was in place, he had questions.
"This is my brother's place," she replied before he could ask. "So, you have to get away from here. Hurry. If he hears the motorcycle, he might wake up."
Sam nodded and kicked off, accelerating down the empty street to turn around at the corner and make his way back to the freeway. "Where to?" he asked.
"My place. Where else? Did I steal you away from anything?"
"Nothing that couldn't wait. I was thinking I'd never hear from you again. Thought maybe you had gotten hip and realized I was the wrong bad decision to cut your teeth on." He chuckled. Afia clasped her hands together against his abdomen, resting her head against his back in answer.
She smiled. He felt the bulge of the apple of her cheek between his shoulder blades. Sam shut his mouth before he talked himself out of a good thing. He broke the speed limit to get her home.
Once they were outside her apartment, he felt his anxiety level diminish a little. The call in the middle of the night had made him worry. His helmet rested atop his head. Hers was buckled to the back of the bike, and she stood close to him, staring boldly into his eyes. "You're good, now? Need anything else?"
"No, I'm sorry. I was out at a gathering with my family, and my brother got uncharacteristically wasted; so, I drove him home to save him some embarrassment. I just had a hard time flagging down a taxi, and I didn't feel safe out there by myself." Afia looked down at her hands.
"I'm glad you called," he said. "Call me whenever you need me. Call me when you don't need me. Call me."
His smile was infectious. She blushed and backed away from him. "Well, thank you," said Afia. She waved goodbye and ran to the steps of her apartment building. When she looked back over her shoulder, he was speeding away. She sighed in pleasure at the unexpected episode that had allowed them to see each other, and she pushed open the door and went inside. There was no
The music faded to a distant buzz, and she got a mental picture Sam was leaving wherever he was. She heard the distinct sound of boots crunching over gravel. "Where are you?" he asked.
She murmured Rayan's address.
Sam climbed on his bike and fired up the engine. "Stay there. I'm twenty minutes out."
"Don't knock!" she hurriedly added. "I'll hear your bike. Just park outside."
He sounded concerned when he said, "Okay."
Sam hung up the phone and stared at it for a second before pushing it into his pocket. Kaleidoscope dashed up to him and put her crimson nailed hand on his arm. "Babe! Where are you running off to? We got business to take care of tonight."
Sam grimaced. "Q-ball knows how to handle everything. Tell the fellas I'll meet you guys back at HQ. I've got some business of my own to tend to." He kicked up the kickstand and gunned the engine, shifting into drive and tearing away from the parking lot, leaving a trail of dust. He hated to leave in a hurry, but Afia had sounded urgent over the phone.
Sam avoided speed traps and took a shortcut where he could race full throttle to the address she had given him, familiar enough with the city to find the place on his first pass. He slowed his bike some and coasted past townhome after townhome, wondering which one was the right one. Suddenly, a door flew open to his right, and he braked. He swooped the bike up to the side of the road, blocked from getting directly next to the sidewalk by a parked Camaro. He dropped his feet to the ground and flipped back his vizor.
She looked amazing. The rose-hued, loose-fitting garment gave her normally modern style an exotic tweak. He smiled at her as she eased up her flowing robes and maneuvered herself onto the bike behind him. Sam handed a helmet over his shoulder, which she remembered how to put on correctly. As soon as the helmet was in place, he had questions.
"This is my brother's place," she replied before he could ask. "So, you have to get away from here. Hurry. If he hears the motorcycle, he might wake up."
Sam nodded and kicked off, accelerating down the empty street to turn around at the corner and make his way back to the freeway. "Where to?" he asked.
"My place. Where else? Did I steal you away from anything?"
"Nothing that couldn't wait. I was thinking I'd never hear from you again. Thought maybe you had gotten hip and realized I was the wrong bad decision to cut your teeth on." He chuckled. Afia clasped her hands together against his abdomen, resting her head against his back in answer.
She smiled. He felt the bulge of the apple of her cheek between his shoulder blades. Sam shut his mouth before he talked himself out of a good thing. He broke the speed limit to get her home.
Once they were outside her apartment, he felt his anxiety level diminish a little. The call in the middle of the night had made him worry. His helmet rested atop his head. Hers was buckled to the back of the bike, and she stood close to him, staring boldly into his eyes. "You're good, now? Need anything else?"
"No, I'm sorry. I was out at a gathering with my family, and my brother got uncharacteristically wasted; so, I drove him home to save him some embarrassment. I just had a hard time flagging down a taxi, and I didn't feel safe out there by myself." Afia looked down at her hands.
"I'm glad you called," he said. "Call me whenever you need me. Call me when you don't need me. Call me."
His smile was infectious. She blushed and backed away from him. "Well, thank you," said Afia. She waved goodbye and ran to the steps of her apartment building. When she looked back over her shoulder, he was speeding away. She sighed in pleasure at the unexpected episode that had allowed them to see each other, and she pushed open the door and went inside. There was no
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