Daryl was used to people underestimating him, particularly his intelligence and attention to detail. But she didn't seem tbe making fun of him over it. Or questioning that he'd taken her seriously. He was a little surprised by that. Most people he'd just met made an off-hand comment about their own surprise when he did shit like that. He'd gotten it often enough from clients at work.

It was enough that he barely minded how close she'd stuck to his back while riding. Though he was relieved when she leaned away. He did his best not to telegraph that, however, and instead pulled his helmet off. He set it on the gas tank and leaned forward, arms crossed on top of it as the engine rumbled under them.

"Ain't never been to Kansas. All I know about it is what I seen in pictures and movies. But this is close to some of the farmlands in the middle of Georgia. Bigger. But the lay of the land is real close."