Chapter 93

It felt like forever since I last rode a bike.

"Bike," I mumbled, pointing at one nearby.

Now, we could rent them with just a scan of your phone, so Wayne pulled out his and scanned one.

I reached for my phone to scan another, but he stopped me. "You've been drinking—you shouldn't be riding."

"They seriously check for drunk driving on bikes now?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Yeah, they do. And besides..." Wayne gently grabbed my arm. It was so different from Jace, who always gripped hard enough to leave marks. "It's dangerous to ride after drinking."

Gentle and kind—those words might as well have been made for Wayne.

I smiled. "Isn't that why you're here?"

"If you want to ride, we can do it some other time. But not tonight. I'll take you," Wayne said, guiding me to the bike he'd just rented.

Wayne got on the bike and pulled me onto the back seat. "Hold on tight, okay?"

I clutched his shirt around his waist. "Got it."

The night breeze brushed against us as we rode. The memory o