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wonder.”
    “Ground?” He chuckled. “What, do you come from a family of lawyers?”
    “A Judge,” I said humorlessly.
    He laughed. Hard. And then his eyes widened as he realized I wasn’t joking. Unlike him, I was very serious when I spoke to strangers.
    “A Judge?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’ll be damned,” he nodded, appraising me. “No wonder you’re so stiff.”
    “Excuse me?” I tried to keep my mouth from dropping into my lap. I hadn’t been blatantly called uptight before. I knew people thought I was a stuck-up goody-two-shoes, but hearing it out loud was a lot different than just knowing it was being thought.
    “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
    I felt as though I’d been given whiplash as I tried to work my brain up to his speed. “Um, Madison.”
    “It’s nice to meet you, Madison,” he winked. “My name’s Austin. Now that we officially know each other and have determined there will be no breaking of the law, what do you say we ditch?”
    “I don’t know . . .”
    He cocked his head. “Didn’t you ask me to show you how to live?”
    “I suppose,” I had asked him to do this. But what exactly did living entail?
    “You did. I hope you didn’t expect me to do that in the coffee house.” He reached into my car to press the unlock button before opening the door. He nodded in approval. “You wore jeans.”
    “You told me to.”
    “You’re a good girl, Madison.”
    I wasn’t really sure what he meant by that, but I decided to ignore it as I rolled up my window. “Are we taking your vehicle?”
    He nodded. “Sure are.”
    “Okay,” I locked mine before moving to stand beside him. “Where’s your car?”
    He pointed to the lot, which was currently overflowing with vehicles. “This way.”
    I walked beside Austin into the sea of vehicles. My heart was thudding as he paused beside a black bike. Then my mind registered what I was looking at. A bike. With a motor. Like a street bike. A thing with two wheels and no protective case to keep my flesh from being scraped from my body if it tipped, was currently sitting before me and Austin expected me to what? Get on it? He had to be joking.
    “You’re joking,” I laughed. “This isn’t yours. You wouldn’t expect me to get on that thing, right?”
    I watched with wide eyes as he moved to the death-mobile, tossing his leg over. Looking back at me, he grinned. “Actually, it is mine. And, I would expect you to get on.”
    I stood stunned in place. This man was completely off his rocker.
    “No.”
    “You can’t take the first step in living, sweetheart, then I’m really just wasting my time.” He revved the bike, reversing it.
    Feeling panicked that he was about to leave me, I screeched. “I’ll get on!”
    The bike stopped rolling and he nodded, holding his helmet out to me. “Here.”
    “What are you going to wear?”
    “I live close. We won’t get pulled over.”
    “I thought you said nothing illegal . . .”
    He shrugged. “Life’s about taking the chances that are offered to you. I’m taking the chance to have you behind me on my bike. I’m holding tight by the fucking horns, sweetheart. Devil be damned.”
    I didn’t reply mainly because I feared if I opened my mouth he would hear the echo of the butterfly wings that were currently fluttering in my belly.
    Knowing this was oh-so-wrong; I pulled his helmet onto my head. I tightened my satchel around my shoulder and climbed on the back of Austin’s bike. I tried not to let the thought that I knew I was approaching what could only be explained as a very premature mid-life crisis, fester. Instead, I tried to focus on the excitement I felt. It was only just overtaking the fear. And then I decided I didn’t care.
    I just didn’t care.
    If my parent’s got wind of what I was doing, I’d be grounded for life.
    But hey, I wasn’t caring about anything apart from feeling.
     

 

     
    “Hold on tight, sweetheart,” Austin called behind him and I felt my heart thunder