OTC was not at the top of Kyle’s can’t wait list. And despite the Colonel’s suggestion, sleep was about the farthest thing from his mind.
can’t waitHe showered, pulled on his civvies and a leather jacket, and walked out to his Ducati. He hadn’t been on it in thirty days.
Parked beside his machine was a midnight-blue Kawasaki Ninja. Leaning back against it was Delta Trainee Carla Anderson in those same long, lightning-bolt-yellow and smoke-gray leathers he’d seen her in on the first day.
“Damn!” Not the best greeting, but it was knocked out of him. She was about the most amazing sight he’d ever seen.
Damn!She grinned and waited him out while he recovered. “I was thinking of going for a ride before dinner.” He went for the casual glance up at the sun still a few hours above the horizon,
