"Sounds good. Where do you live, by the way?" Nikita asked, since she'd never asked before. She and Chuck weren't into sharing their feelings and she wasn't trying to pry into his life, but she had to know where she was going. It was that simple.

"Bit of a rough patch up here." That was his only warning before she went over a washed out section of the empty road. The bike had good shocks and she had been trained on avoiding wipeouts, but it was still a little rough all the same.