“I’m never giving it back,” she pants. Steam rises off my shoulders in the cold night air. Taking a man’s bike is one thing—stealing his jacket along with it is pure evil. “I ought to put you over my knee and whip your fucking ass,” I tell her. She grins, utterly unrepentant—twisting her wrist, revving the engine of the bike as a deliberate provocation. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
