“I think we may be able to hit the Carolinas this evening sometime. That’s if we don’t get stuck in work traffic.” “Well, I made reservations at SOB, so let’s hope we can get there tonight.” Maggie shut off her cell phone and turned up the music, feeling around until she found the lever to push her seat back. She stretched her legs and then let them dangle out the window, her bare feet hanging over the side of the car as they sped along in the passing lane. She closed her eyes and hummed to the music. The roar of a motorcycle sounded so close by. Maggie opened her eyes as the car began to slow down and then she screamed as loud as she could, right before Jake’s booming laugh reached her ears. An old biker, long grey hair and beard, a ragged band around his head, reached out and brushed her foot with his hand, trying to tickle her feet. He roared, a hearty laugh she could hear over the rumbling of the bike’s engine. Maggie jerked her feet inside of the car and shook her head, a smile creeping on her face.
