“Okay fine. I’ll ride. But if I die, I’m going to kill you.” He chuckled by my ear and hugged me tighter. “You’re the most precious thing I own. I’ll keep you safe. I promise.” I pulled from his hold and mock-sneered. “You don’t own me, Doyle.” He winked and fit his helmet over his head. “That’s what you think, hot stuff. You’re mine.”
