Page 74 of Old Habits

I slide into the seat, obscuring myself as we ride away from the square unnoticed. “Wait, whose car is this?” I ask.

“I borrowed it from the shop,” he answers.

My jaw drops. “You stole it?”

“I borrowed it to take it for a test drive,” he says. “We had to rebuild the engine yesterday. It’d be unethical to return it without testing it first.”

“You are so gonna get laid for this.”

He laughs.

We ride for several blocks until we reach Lucky’s bar. Will pulls around back and parks in the shadowed corner of the lot where the Bolt sits there by itself.

“Come on,” he says, throwing open his door. “Before someone sees us.”

I hop out with him. “We’re just leaving this stolen car here?”

“No, Tucker’s going to pick it up later.” He opens the bike seat and takes the two helmets out. “Let’s go.”

I take mine from him and quickly check the strap to make sure it’s in place before sliding it onto my head. “Where are we going?” I ask through the shield.

He straddles the bike and reaches into his jacket for his keys. “I’ll explain when we get there.”

I take the seat behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, enjoying the sudden rush of vibrations between my legs as Will revs the engine.

We take off onto the highway at high speed and Clover disappears behind us.