Kyle smiled knowingly in response to her teasing, especially when she joked about her trust landing her in bed. He decided the best response to that comment was to not give one – after all there was no point in incriminating himself. Instead he pulled her in for another long kiss after they had cleaned up.<br/><br/>He was thrilled at her response to his bike. When she added the comment about starting a family he beamed from ear to ear. Wrapping his arms around her again, he pulled her in for another embrace. Before locking lips he said to her, “Now you tell me? If knocking you up would have kept you here, I would have done that a long time ago. I could have swapped out your pills with aspirin or something. You would make the best mom ever. In the history of ever,” he added genuinely before kissing her again even more passionately than before. Only after that did he let her get a word in edgewise.<br/><br/>As they talked he stepped closer to the bike and put the key in the ignition, then checked all the gauges. He didn’t start the engine yet, though. Once there was a pause in the conversation he passed along some safety tips.<br/><br/>“I am your seat belt,” he explained, not sure how long it’s been since she rode. “You sit here,” he said, padding the seat directly behind the rider’s, “and you need to hold onto me like your life depends on it. You don’t let go until I say so. OK?”<br/><br/>Once she had responded he then pointed out the foot-rests. “You want to put your feet here, on these pegs, and don’t move them around. This thing here is the exhaust – it gets really, really hot,” he added, tapping the chrome pipe that ran under where her feet should go. “Trust me, you don’t want to put your leg on that. Any questions?” he asked.<br/><br/>Next he reached for the two helmets that were hanging on the wall nearby. He handed her the newer one with a fold-down clear visor. He took an older, scratched up one and placed it over his head. After putting on a pair of sunglasses from his pocket he then mounted the bike.<br/><br/>“Ready?” he asked with his hand extended towards her.<br/><br/>The engine roared when he kick started it, and it bellowed out an incredible throbbing pulse of sound and the noxious smell of engine exhaust. Kyle walked it forward out of the garage and revved the engine with his right hand. With one last look to make sure she was seated ok, they took off at full throttle and flew across the yard like a shot.<br/><br/>Although they couldn’t hear her, Alex was barking like crazy in the house. She hated the motorcycle.<br/><br/>Moments later Kyle and Angie had made it to the dirt road and he let the bike coast for a bit. The reduction in engine noise allowed them to talk, or rather shout at one another through their helmets.<br/><br/>“That’s why you need to hang on tight!” he explained by turning his head towards the side of hers. “So, long ride, short ride, or a ride to the lake for some skinny dipping? I have soap and towels in the saddlebag,” he added with a barely discernible wink.