I hate to admit that I consider his offer. I’m still pissed at Archer, and therefore am feeling reckless. That, and I don’t particularly want to run the whole way back to the Pyramid. Frankly, my legs already hurt like hell.
And, though I’m even less inclined to admit this: Beau looks really good sitting on that motorcycle. He’s wearing a tight black leather jacket and an even tighter pair of pants.
With the visor down, he looks like a mystery man. The kind who might roll up to a fancy party and no one would stop him. They’d all be too curious to turn him away. Who is that man? Who cares! Look at his ass in those pants!
He dips his head back, and I know he’s offering me the open spot behind him on the motorcycle. I’m already holding the helmet. All I would have to do is put it on.
Arc
