“What’s up?” I pointed, and she slowly turned and followed my gaze. Two motorcycles sat at the curb, each with a rider. Beckett was well known for his toys, and the custom Harley was just another example of the fancy rides his parents lavished on him. Cayden sat astride the same bike that had shown up at the house the other day. He already had his helmet on, but I would have known it was him even without the visor up. I already recognized the shape of his long legs and broad shoulders. “Finally. I know it’s cool to be fashionably late, but seeing as I’m the host, I really should get going,”
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