Maybe I could get Rand on two wheels.
“No,” Rand said. “I’ve been shot at enough, dropped from
airplanes, dismantled bombs, avoided IEDs. I’m not getting on a Florida highway
on two wheels.”
“Pansy.” I guess I have to chose him. He indeed reads my mind.
I told him he’d have to
ride or he couldn’t join the family. He said he was already part of the family.
I told him he was only a shareholder.
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