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"You can use me as your tour guide," he said casually, and despite the fact that she always felt nervous around Victor, completely on edge, she found herself nodding.

After all, it's rude to say no. "If you have time, well—"

"If not, I won't offer."

Amy had planned to leave the house on foot and explore at a snail's pace, but Victor had other ideas.

At the back of the house is a garage containing an off-road vehicle, a jet ski on a trailer, and a jet-black motorcycle with shiny chrome features. Also some horses, but no way for that. She doesn't want a poor animal to get tired because of her.

Her heart beat faster as he made his way there, running his hand over the leather seat, before turning to face her. Her eyes lingered on his fingers and their touch on the bike. It was impossible not to imagine those same fingers caressing her softly and intimately.

Her pulse was weak, and she looked away abruptly.

"Have you ever ridden a bike before?"

Her smile was wistful. "No."

"Not inte