“I felt bad about you driving us everywhere, so I offered…stop laughing.” “I would never laugh at you,” he said with a grin. “I will also never get in a car with you behind the wheel again.” “I take back what I said.” I climbed onto the back of the bike and wrapped my arms around his waist with a disgruntled frown. “You’re not sexy at all.” “It’s okay.” His shoulders shook with laughter as we pulled away from our hotel. “I’m sure I can change your mind.” “I doubt it,” I muttered, but the wind swallowed my words as we sped down the island’s tree-lined roads.
