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and the youth preside over the entire Sunday morning service.”
    â€œSounds interesting,” she said, not sounding the least bit interested. Again, Greg attempted to retrieve his hand out of hers, but she tightened her grip. She wore a seductive expression as she spoke. “I didn’t know ministers were into motorcycles.” She emphasized the word ministers . Her voice sounded melodic.
    The way the young lady ran her tongue over her white teeth made Greg have an inappropriate thought. Inside, he admonished the thought and forced himself to stop staring at her perfect mouth. Using as much force as was required, he pulled his hand out of her grip and fought the urge to wipe his hand on his pants. Somehow, her touch made him feel like he’d been tainted.
    Averting his eyes to the helmet, he said, “I’ve always had a thing for bikes.” He placed the helmet on his head to see if it was a snug fit.
    â€œAnd I’ve always had a thing for a man on a bike,” she teased, then stepped in even closer to him. “Here, let me help you.” She stepped against his body and flattened her breasts against his chest as she stood on tiptoe to reach the clasp beneath his chin.
    To bystanders, this may have seemed like an innocent move. But discretion, and the increased amount of blood that was rushing from his head to between his legs, told him otherwise. He tried to back away from her, but the shelf of helmets behind him hindered his escape.
    â€œIs it a good fit?” she asked, and he wasn’t sure if she was talking about the helmet or her body against his.
    â€œI’m married,” he said and cursed his body for betraying him.
    She shrugged one shoulder. “I see the ring.” She pressed her body against him even more, and he was sure that she could feel his hardness through his pants. Her lips stopped inches away from his ear. “But are you happy?”
    â€œVery much so. Extremely very much so.”
    Chuckling, she stepped away from him and every fiber of his being screamed for him to run. So he did. He whipped off the helmet and headed to the front counter, removed his wallet from his back pocket, and slapped down more than enough for the helmet, then hurried outside to his bike. To his dismay, she followed him.
    â€œMinister! Minister!” she called out.
    Against his better judgment, he stopped and turned to face her. He had to bite his tongue to keep from yelling, “What do you want?” and instead, politely said, “Yes?”
    She had the decency to look somewhat remorseful as she reached through her curls and scratched the back of her head. “I apologize for back there. I was out of line.”
    â€œYes, you were.”
    She held her hands behind her back and shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Then she gestured at his motorcycle. “Is this you?”
    Trying to remain polite, Greg replied, “Yeah, I just bought it.”
    â€œSo how long have you been riding bikes, Minister?”
    He didn’t like how she said the word minister . It almost sounded like she was taunting him, challenging him. Again, he cleared his throat. “Actually, this is my first bike. I’ve always wanted one, but I . . .” He forced his eyes to look away from her hips and focused on his bike seat. “I finally decided to treat myself, since today is my birthday.”
    â€œWell, happy birthday!” she exclaimed and put a hand on his chest. He looked down at her hand, then stared at her with eyes that assured her that the little game she was trying to play was not going to work with him.
    She removed her hand and swallowed. “I have a sister,” she said. “She’s really into bikes and cars and stuff. That’s why I’m here. She has a birthday coming up pretty soon, and I thought I could find her a pretty pink helmet for a gift.”
    Greg’s iPhone vibrated against his leg again. He slipped the phone