You have to wear body armor.” Weighing her options, Tesla decided not to fight Sam on this one. He’d been willing enough to teach her to ride his motorcycle, and after he’d kissed her—after the way he’d kissed her—she wasn’t sure she had as much leverage with him as she’d thought. It was probably best to let him have this one. “Fine.” She zipped up the black leather jacket that was too big across the shoulders, too long in the body, but for all that, snug enough. It was heavy, weighed down by the metal sewn into it, designed to keep her from winding up road kill on the pavement. “And gloves,” he said, holding them out to her. She pulled them on, then laced her fingers together to push them all the way up, and flexed, indicating she was ready. They sat in the most remote area of the mall parking lot, empty this far away from the stores except during the busiest holiday shopping times.
What do You think about Run (The Tesla Effect #2)?
