She facepalmed. "Castle. There is no such thing as a stealth Ferrari."
"I know." He pulled into the parking garage of a swanky hotel. They got out and he tossed the keys to a valet. "Quit your job. Take it out for a ride. Wreck it. It's insured." The valet stared at him. Castle handed him a bundle of bills, the valet looked down into his hand, nodded, and got into the car.
Castle stalked over to the motorcycle parking area and unlocked dual helmets from the pannier back of a fat-assed Harley Gull Wing. Kate smirked. "That's kind of staid."
"Mhm. Not a glamorous ride. Kate Beckett wouldn't be caught dead." He yanked a chocolate-brown leather jacket out of the pannier. "Put these on."
"But..." She wanted to ask questions, but she was already in the helmet, already pulling the jacket on.
He was already astride the bike, and she was mildly startled to hear his voice in her ears. "We've got mikes in the headset. Now give me your phone and the simcard."
How did he know? Well, he knew her. Without protest, she handed him the phone and card. He smashed them and tossed them into the trash can by the elevator.
He said, "You can use the grab bar if you want."
"I don't want." She straddled the bike and wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head between his shoulder blades. "I'd rather do this."
"Good." She could hear the smile in his voice.
"Where are we going?"
"We're going to talk. And then we're going to move forward. And then, presuming that you still want to be my wife, I'm gonna screw your brains out. That work for you?"
Kate moved her hips slightly forward, embracing the outsides of his thighs with the insides of her own, as the bike hurtled out into the streets of New York City.
"Yeah," she murmured. "That's good."