They did a fist bump and saddled up.
On the ride back home—north through the valleys—they felt the sun on their backs. Once, going down a fairly steep hill, Julian took her right hand off the throttle and let the bike coast. She reached back and grabbed Kali’s thigh, giving it just enough of a squeeze to signal, “I love you.” Then she patted her leg as if to say, “I’m going back to the throttle, now.”
When they pulled in the driveway, their faces and fingers were chilly, but they felt exhilarated. Natalie heard them arrive, and walked out her front door. She had a dish towel over one shoulder and leaned on the porch rail.
“How was it?”
“Oh, it was great, Mom!”
Julian beamed, “You’ve got quite the daughter, there, Natalie!”
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