Seeing that, just that small shift, it reminded him of high school. Less than five years ago, and it seemed like a distant memory. Reckless stunts between friends, scraped knees and carefree attitudes. All at once, his hesitations dissolved into giddy elation.

He cast a quick glance toward Casey. But his bodyguard seemed to have vanished from the food cart. And that clinched it. This was his chance to slip away. What he didn't know is that Casey was allowing this. He hated Higgins almost as much as Billy did. When he'd been sequestered in his bedroom, there had been hushed arguments about how Billy should at least be allowed a small social life.

Thinking he was giving the bodyguard the slip, Billy just nodded eagerly. He slipped the letter into his pocket and threw his leg over the bike. "Then we'd better make this quick!" He announced, getting himself settled.