Chapter 80

When Dillon returned to the ranch, Chase was working with a horse in the round pen. He coasted the bike into the barn to the same place where it had been parked for the last four years. Rubbing his sleeve across the chrome gas tank, he wiped away the slight dust that had accumulated from his ride. Man, I sure have missed you.

Dillon removed his helmet and stood beside the bike while Chase strolled over.

"How was the ride?" Chase asked, as he coiled a rope in his gloved hands.

"Great. I'd forgotten how much I love to ride. Brought back some great memories."

"Did you visit with Avri?"

Dillon couldn't look Chase in the eye.

"Well, how'd it go?" Chase muttered, turning his head toward the setting sun. "Did you talk to her?"

Dillon glanced at Chase, dumbfounded. Didn't his best friend know him at all? "I couldn't. I just sat there on my bike and stared at her. Then I tore off without even a wave. I'm such a dick." Dillon ran his hand through his hair.

"Wanna go for another ride, thi