Chapter 15
“I’m an attending physician. That means I’m at the hospital at seven in the morning and if I’m lucky, I only work twelve hours.”
“Damn,” Trev said under his breath.
“You get used to it. I bet you put in almost as many hours between your job and working at your studio.”
“I suppose.” Trev took a drink of what was left of his coffee. “You should go home and get some sleep.”
“We both should. You need it, too. Come on. I’ll give you a ride.”
“I can walk. It’s only six blocks, and this is a safe neighborhood.” Trev’s mouth tightened. “Or it used to be…I thought.”
“Thatis why I’m driving you back.”
“Thanks.”
After disposing of the remains of their meals, they walked to the lot next to the coffee shop where Zack had parked. When Zack stopped beside a steel-gray motorcycle, Trev looked at it in awe. “That’s a YZF-R1.”
“You know bikes?” Zack asked, handing Trev a helmet.