Still Got It

Chapter Fifteen

G race was outside, waiting on the pavement opposite the language school, at five to eight in the morning. The streets were quiet, and she could see all the way up the coast road. There wasn’t a car in sight. Will was going to be late picking her up for their hike. Her eyes followed a black dot that was making its way down the hill at speed. As it got nearer, Grace realised that it was a motorbike. And a big one at that. She’d guess a Harley Davidson. Her father had been a motorbike fanatic and had made Grace and her sister experts at identifying bikes in the street, sometimes by sound alone. Neither of them had ever wanted to own one, to his obvious frustration.

The bike turned left along the port road. Will was definitely not going to make it on time. The machine came to a halt a few feet from where she was standing, and the helmeted driver got off and waved.

No, please no. He had to be joking.