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“Yep.”

He nodded in approval. After a moment of typing, he turned the phone to face me.

Silently, I read the message. Reggie. Just wanted to see if you were up for a motorcycle ride on Saturday? We can ride it to dinner if it’s alright with you.

“Looks good,” I said.

He pressed send. Almost instantaneously, the phone beeped. He read the message out loud. “Depends, she says. Is it a Harley, or a sport bike?”

“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“Who knows. Maybe she doesn’t like sport bikes.”

“Maybe she does,” I said.

He typed a quick response. “This ought to be a safe response. I have both. What’s your preference?”

“Send it,”I said.

He pressed send. The phone beeped. He read her message and let out a laugh. “Well, she passed.”

“Passed what?”

“The test,” he said. “She wants you to ride the Harley.”

“Ask her why she asked the question,” I said. “About the sport bike versus Harley.”

He typed another message. In a matter of seconds, the phone beeped again. Goose read the message out loud.

“I was once told that sport bike riders were unpredictable maniacs and that Harley riders were only after one thing. Sex. Although the former might be fun, on Saturday, I’d prefer the latter.”

I smirked. “Tell her I’ll be riding the Harley.”