Like the engine revving to leave, Adrik is impatient. “You coming or not?” I’d like to say “not,” just to wipe the smirk off his face. But I can’t take my eyes off that bike. If Thou shalt not covet is a real commandment, I’m going straight to hell. “If she won’t come, I will,” Caleb says, drooling over the Ducati. My brain runs a dozen swift calculations. “I’ll come.” I push my suitcase toward Cara, who has to catch it quickly so it doesn’t topple over on its wonky wheel. “Take that home for me, will you?” Cara glances between Adrik and me. She doesn’t love this idea. “What am I supposed to
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