Riding a motorcycle with someone was a little intimate unless the riders were on one of those couches on wheels, but she didn't mind Chuck being that close to her. And he didn't seem to mind either, although she did appreciate that he kept his hands on her waist rather than trying to push them higher or lower. That was almost gentlemanly of him. Then again, he was probably well aware that she could just stop the ride any time.

"Got any preference for where we should go?" she asked as she shifted the bike into gear and started off down the street. She was planning to head for the roads outside the city, which tended to be a bit more curved and less crowded so the bike could do more than just stop and go in traffic, but if he had any other ideas, she'd listen.