Chapter 145

Caelin

The vibration of the bike underneath me is one of the things I love most about riding. The way the bumps in the road move up through my body, the wind slapping against my face, and the howl of my bike slicing through the air as I speed down Louisville Road with my dad beside me.

Early morning is our time.

I’ll never give it up, even for all the money in the world.

We come to a stop over the river, obeying the red light. “Do you want to stop at the law office before or after breakfast?” he yells over the idling.

“I’ll do it after. If she’s nice, I might even give her a biscuit.”

Dad grins, causing me to smile back. “At some point you’re going to have to admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“That you’ve got it bad for little Justice Walker.”