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It isn’t just her gorgeous looks that attract me. She has a way about her that’s hard to put into words. I must look like a fool as I try figuring out the words; I’m sure I must be staring at her.

“We’re full all day today,” says Megan. “Oh! Two people canceled their appointments for Friday. Would you like Friday? Otherwise, we can’t fit you in until next week.”

“Friday works just fine,” I say. “No rush.”

“You guys have another bike you could take home with you?” she asks.

“Oh, we’ve got a shit-ton of bikes,” says Cody. “We’re good with leaving the old one here as long as we need.”

“Once we get it up and running again, is there any additional work we can do for you?” Megan wonders.

I actually want to get some work done by the shop just so I can please her. But for the purposes of our experiment, I don’t need to spend that much money—the issue we created for it could be fixed by replacing one simple part—and I’m certainly not going to fund my competition any more than I have to.

“No, just getting the one issue fixed is all we need,” I tell her.

While Megan puts us down for Friday, Cody pulls me away a few inches to get at my ear.

“Let’s go through with the order just to see how good the competition is,” he mutters to me. “And hey, don’t just leave your bike, man. Leave your phone number with this girl and gethernumber. You two obviously like each other.”

Megan starts to smile. She likely heard that.

“So, what made you want to work here?” I clumsily ask her.

“I love motorcycles,” she replies. “Bikes and the bike culture—all of it has always fascinated me.”

“I feel exactly the same way,” I say. “I love it all.”

“How long have you been riding bikes?” she asks me.

“Since I learned how to ride,” I say suggestively. “Do you like to drive or ride in the back?”

“I like switching it up every once in a while,” she retorts. “Do you have the keys to the bike?”

I go for the keys slowly, dragging out my time with Megan for as long as I can.

“What time do you get off?” I ask her.

“Later,” she says.

“You doing anything later?” I further ask.

“I’m not sure,” she answers. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline whatever it is you’re thinking of offering.”

I chuckle, trying to backtrack out of my embarrassment. “I’m that transparent, huh?”

I take out a piece of paper and write out my cell phone number for Megan before I hand her the keys.

“Here’s my number, too,” I say as I hand them over to her. “Give me a call whenever you think you could fix the problem—or use it for any other reason. Give me a call sometime, yeah?”

“Oh, nice and sly,” Megan says as she takes my keys and number. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea to call you. You biker boys always have a bunch of girls around you. Do I really want to be a part of that or encourage that?”

“We don’t always have a bunch of girls around us,” defends Cody. “Believe me, Iwishwe had girls with us all the time. I’d be a lot happier.”

“You should come over to our clubhouse,” I say to Megan. “Let me spoil you. Kick back and chill with me after your shift. Come on.”

“Maybe another time,” she says with a wink.

She is being feisty, playing hard to get expertly. I like it. I can’t tell if she is into my flirting or humoring me, but I know I’m not done with her yet.