The morning sun was barely above the trees when Jace handed me my helmet.
"You ready?" He asked and I smiled as I looked at him.
"Are you asking if I'm ready for a ride, or are you checking whether I'm going to complain about you driving?" I asked.
"Both." He said.
"Then yes, I'm ready." I said.
Jace laughed and climbed onto his motorcycle.
Our daughter was staying with Emma for the morning, and although leaving her for a few hours had felt strange at first, I knew she was in good hands.
Emma had practically insisted.
"You two need time together. Go ride, have breakfast, and remember that you're married people instead of exhausted parents." She had told us while taking our daughter from my arms.
I had laughed because she wasn't wrong.
Jace waited until I was settled behind him be
