I shook my head. “No, but it can’t be that hard to learn.”
Brendan scoffed. “You crashed the electric bike when we were up in Maine a few years ago and refused to get back on. And that thing doesn’t go half as fast as a scooter.”
Colette frowned. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who wanted to pretend I’d never dated her husband.
Jagger’s jaw flexed. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. I can give you a lesson before you go.”
“But, honey…” Mom shook her head. “You really shouldn’t rent one of those things by yourself. You have no experience riding a motor bike, and you also get lost pretty easily.”
I nibbled my lip, looking at Jagger. “I actually don’t have much of a sense of direction. Any chance I can talk you into going with me?”
He shrugged. “Sure.”
Internally, I did a mental fist pump, while outside I did my best to look blasé.
Once the boat pulled into a slip, everyone grabbed their beach bags and piled off. The beach was in the opposite direction of the shops, and I was happy to be rid of Brendan and Colette for a while. Mom and Edmund and their friends went into a nautical-themed store, and then it was finally just Jagger and me.
He pointed to the right. “The scooter rental place is this way.”
“Thank you for coming with us today.”
“Your mom is great. Edmund is a lot more relaxed when she’s around.”
“Is that why you came? For my mom?”
Jagger looked over at me. “Did you really crash an eBike?”
“Just twice.”
“Then how about we rent one scooter, and I’ll drive.”
Hmmm… Let me see—picking rocks out of my knees after I crash, or wrapping my arms around this gorgeous man and getting to feel the abs I’ve been salivating over all day?
I nodded.
We arrived at the rental place, and I zoned in on a powder pink scooter. “Oooh. Can we get the pink one?”
His lip twitched. “Whatever you want.”
Fifteen minutes later, we both strapped on our helmets. Jagger straddled the pink scooter and releasedthe kickstand before starting it. He pointed to the back. “Hop on.”
I climbed onto the back, excited but also a little nervous. “How fast does this thing go?”
“About ninety.”
My eyes bulged. “You’re joking, right?”
Jagger looked back with a grin. “Yes. I don’t know how fast it can go, but the speed limit on the island is twenty-five. I used to drive a motorcycle, so you can relax. You’re safe with me.”
My mind immediately conjured up a picture of Jagger on a Harley, rather than this petal pink scooter, and let me tell you, he looked really freaking hot. “Did you wear leather pants, by chance?”
“No, why?”
“No reason.”
He shook his head. “You ready to go?”
I nodded. “Any instructions for me back here?”
