I walked around with the helmet on, acting like an alien. Magnum looked a little concerned, and Gavin was laughing his head off.
I reached for the clasp, and Gavin was quick to help me. “So how about it?” he said. “It’s a beautiful day, perfect for snowmobiling.”
“My eyes grew wide. “Right now?”
He laughed. “Yes, right now. You have a decent snowsuit?”
“Yep.” I didn’t have much, but I did own a good snowsuit and winter boots. My dad took winter wear seriously following an event when I ended at the emergency with frostbite on my toes.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked.
“Okay, I’ll be right back,” I told him, readying to go get my gear on, helmet in hand.
“Wait, Abigail,” he said with a hand on my arm. “Leave the helmet and meet me at the dunes.”
I nodded, curious.
“I don’t want anyone to see us riding off together,” he clarified. “Wouldn’t look good.”
I nodded in understanding.
“Watch out for me, and when you hear me set off, you walk over to the dunes and we’ll meet there. I’ll bring your helmet.” He grabbed it from my hands with a playful smile.
This was exciting. It felt like we were up to something we shouldn’t have been and I loved the feeling of behaving badly, of sticking it to my dad.
Fuck you, Dad.
