Bab 10: Chapter 10: Trust and Truth

Pulling out a leather jacket, Arras slipped it on. Sizing Rhea up, he found another coat that fit her comfortably. As he put the helmet on her head, his eyes fell to hers and Rhea could see his eyes crease into a slight smile.

“Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle?” he asked as they walked out the door and past the cars.

“Once,” Rhea answered.

Arras led her to the shed that Arras and his friends used as a garage. There, in the center of the shed, was a sleek, black motorcycle.

“Hop on,” Arras winked.

With slight reservations, Rhea slid her slender body onto the bike and wrapped her arms around Arras’ tight waist. Rhea was glad he couldn’t see her blush. The bike rumbled out of the shed and they were off to the pub.

As they navigated the country roads and city streets, Arras moved his arm down to rest on Rhea’s. They glided to a spot across the road from The Merry Otter, and Rhea could already see her friends inside.

“Bring the helmet,” Arras said firmly.