Adam pointed out the passenger footrests.

As she put her arms around him, Abby was hit with a sudden bout of shyness.

He must’ve sensed her hesitation, because he turned to her. “What’s wrong?”

“I…I was thinking…”

“About?”

“The one thing we didn’t talk about earlier.”

“Which is?”

“Boundaries.”

“What kind of boundaries are we talking about?”

“The relationship kind.” Abby forced herself to look at him. “We talked about exclusivity when it comes to sex, but we didn’t talk about not letting this get serious or anything. I don’t want that. I thought I should make sure you knew that.”

“I don’t want it either, so don’t sweat it. We’re both right out of serious relationships that went bad. We’ve got no business doing anything other than having fun.”

“Good,” she said, pleased that he understood. “That’s a relief.”

“We’re on the same page, Abs. Don’t worry.”

The nickname seemed to take them both by surprise. No one had ever called her that before, and she discovered she liked it coming from him.

“Shall we?” he said.

“Yes, please.”

He fired up the bike and pulled away from the curb, navigating through the traffic that clogged downtown on the way to the less congested roads that circled the island.

As Abby giggled with the sheer joy and freedom, she tightened her grip on Adam’s waist. When her hands connected with his abdomen, she realized he was all muscle. She had to stop herself from exploring further, if for no other reason than she didn’t want to distract him.

They made two full loops around the island before Adam pulled into the parking lot at the bluffs and cut the engine. He got off the bike and removed his helmet.

Abby fumbled with the strap to her helmet, so Adam helped her. “That was amazing. I loved it.”

“I’m glad.”

“But it’s not really a true adventure if I don’t get to drive.”

“Have you ever driven a motorcycle?”

“Nope.”

“Well you don’t start with one like this. I can give you some lessons on Mac’s old bike, if I can wrestle it away from Evan.”

“I’d like to learn.”

He held out his hand to her, and they headed for the stairs that led to the beach below. “Looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves today. Another week, and the tourists will invade.”

“When I was in business, I used to live for the invasion. Now I kind of like the peace and quiet.”

Adam stopped her from going all the way to the beach and tugged her hand to invite her to sit next to him on the stairs. “Have you given any thought to what you’ll do for work?”