“I do.”
“How did you get into that?”
“My father was Tommy Laroche. He was a champion in the sport.”
“Wow. That is so cool. And he taught you how to ride? I love that.”
“I really need to practice. Keno took me out to a track nearby the other day. It felt so good to be on my bike again.”
“I’d love to watch you ride, maybe we can come watch you practice,” Lola says.
“That would be awesome. I’d love that,” I reply.
“You know who else loves to ride motorcycles? Evelyn,” Isabella says.
“No kidding?”
“Yep. Rock hated the idea, but he caved and bought her a bike. That’s what love will do to a man,” Lola says, nudging me withher elbow. “Don’t give up hope on Keno. You two make a cute couple.”
“I haven’t seen him this happy since he’s been here,” Isabella puts in.
I take a dry dish towel and begin drying.
“When are you going to practice again?” Lola asks.
“Maybe tomorrow.”
“How about this afternoon? The track’s not far. We could ride out after lunch.”
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Why not? We were all just going to go shopping, anyway. No big plans.”
“I’d love that.”
After we clean up, Rock and Evelyn arrive.
The girls are pulling me toward the door. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Keno walks out with us to Evelyn’s car. Tugging me against him, he gives me a long kiss.
“Have fun, Maggie. Call me later.”
“I will.” I climb into the backseat, and he watches us pull out.
“Tell me that man is not obsessed with you,” Evelyn says, meeting my eyes in the rearview mirror.
I blush.
“I’m glad to see you put that key to good use,” she says.
“We did. Thank you for that.”
“No problem. I love helping a girl out.” She winks.
“Where are we going?” Lola asks.
Isabella leans forward from her seat next to me. “Someplace with good Bloody Marys.”
