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Jay continued, “Otherwise, you can’t ride on the same bike I’m on.”

It took almost a full minute, but Ellen managed to mount without coming into contact with his body. He gave her some brief instructions about moving with him, leaning and not leaning, general principles of keeping the bike balanced.

“Where do I put my hands?”

“On me,” he said, staring straight ahead. “That’s the point of this exercise.”

“I know that. Where on you?” It sounded as though she was gritting her teeth.

“Your choice. You’re the boss. For this exercise, my body represents your safety. It is fully at your disposal—like a tornado shelter in a storm, or a fort during battle. Trust it.”

Her touch wasn’t much, a light resting of her fingers on the top of his shoulders, but as soon as he felt it, he started the bike and put it in gear.

“Hold on.” With a twist of his wrist he upped the throttle a notch. And received slightly more pressure on his shoulders.

“Faster,” she said, five more minutes down the road.

He increased the speed once more and she laughed out loud.

And that’s when the whole damn thing went bad. The laugh, the touch of her hands…whatever…generated heat in Jay that he had no right to feel.