If she had found a way to love somebody as elementally flawed as Fred, then she was definitely not broken inside. The next time, she would choose a man who deserved to be loved and give it her best.

Not that she was looking, she hurried to add to herself.

She was more than happy to be by herself.

No, not just herself – she had Leonidas.

Thinking of Leonidas made her sigh softly in sheer joy. That had been the kind of emotion she’d hoped for from her ill-fated relationship with Fred, but boy, had she been wrong.

Leonidas was her Harley – her V-Rod Muscle.

Shonali knew that most people considered bikes to be women, and usually, she’d agree. But the V-Rod Muscle was no woman. The V-Rod Muscle was all warrior, and she had one, all of her own.

Maybe she felt like a bit of a traitor for having bought a bike all new instead of building one. But every bike she’d ever restored and rebuilt had been meant for somebody else. She had always known that.

But Leonidas had been hers since the moment she had set her eyes on him, and he was definitely all male.

Though she did often feel a twinge of guilt for how she ignored him.

Sometimes, she thought she understood people who had pets. She often felt like Leonidas was hers, and she was forever guilty of ignoring him.

One of these days, thought Shonali as she finished the last of the pancakes, she should go on a long ride. She should give Carlos a real shock and take a couple of weeks off to just ride cross country.

She could experience life again.

She could be alive again, feel the power of it all and revel in it.

She used to do that often enough. It had come naturally to her.

Shonali wasn’t afraid to do it. At least, not exactly.

But even if she’d told herself that she absolutely wouldn’t let it happen, the accident had taken something away from her – it had taken away the sheer joy she had always felt when she was on a bike, since the day she’d defiantly learned how on her cousin’s bike when she was just fourteen years old.

Maybe this was a new beginning to all of it. Maybe this was what she needed.

She would give herself closure, and she would treat Leonidas with the pride he deserved.

So she was decided, she told herself as she did the washing up.

She was going to get a tattoo.