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“Motorcycle club.”

“That’s fine with me. I’m sure not going to tell you about all my travels.” She smirked. “What else you got, Goose?”

I shrugged. “I think that’s it.”

She sat down on the bench and glanced over her shoulder. “I’m supposed to run down the steps now? In fear for my life?”

“I don’t know.” I sat down beside her. “I’m new to this.”

“So am I.” She nodded toward the horizon. “How about we watch the sunset, then I’ll suck your pretty cock?”

I liked her outlook on life. I reached for my beer. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

“So, what does all this mean?” she asked, still gazing at the beach. “We’ve admitted that we’re interested in each other?”

“I find you interesting,” I replied. “I’m pursuing my interests. That’s all I can commit to.”

“That’s good enough for me.” She raised her can of beer between us, in toast. “Let me know if anything changes. One way, or the other.”

I doubted it would. I clanked my can against hers, nonetheless. “I will.”