It was twelve, and as promised Addison was waiting in the lower story of the Oceanside Wellness building in a pair of designer slacks and a flowing top. She'd been waiting for a few minutes when she spotted a Harley in the parking lot. She gasped. If that was her 'surprise' then so help her God, Pete was going to pay. Right on cue, Pete sauntered up to her.

"Hey Addie," he said with a mischievous smile while leading Addison out the doors and towards the steel monster.

"Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. I refuse."

"Come on Addison, it's fun and I promise not to drive over sixty."

Addison put on her best pout, "Pete, it's scary."

"I will not accept no as an answer, and besides I bet you've never even been on one so you wouldn't know if they were 'scary' or not."

A reminiscent look passed over her face as she recalled an old memory.

"Actually I have, but since you're giving me such a hard time, I will go."

Pete smirked at her, "I knew I'd win."

"Whatever you say buddy, but just so you know, I let you win, and you won't be so fortunate next time."

Pete laughed loudly before handing her a helmet, and then proceeded to climb onto the Harley. Addison mentally thanked herself for being paranoid about having a change of clothes located in her office at all times before doing the same.

"You ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

With that they were off. For the most part Pete kept his promise of driving slow, mostly because Addison kept constantly pleading with him to not kill her. He would have listened better had his senses not been clouded. He could feel her arms around his waist, her chin resting on his shoulder, her legs wrapped around his, plus he could smell her perfume. She was going to be the death of him. He slowed when the buildings surrounding them started to give way to a view of the ocean. He was taking Addison to his favorite restaurant. It had spectacular seafood and a great atmosphere. He would have loved to bring her back at night when they lit up the over-the-water seating, but he would have to settle for friendly lunches at the time being. He parked the motorcycle and they climbed off.

"I feel nauseous Pete."

Pete chuckled, "Oh Addison, I promise you'll be fine."

She gave him a death glare before answering, "Although I don't approve of your driving, I have a feeling I'm going to love this restaurant."

His eyes lit up before answering, "I try to come regularly. I usually cook for myself but it's nice to get out of the house every once in awhile."

"Pete cooks?" Addison thought to herself. That was pretty sexy.

They made their way inside and a woman took them to a table for two outside on the pier.

"This is beautiful Pete," Addison said sweetly.

"I'm glad you like it," Pete said with another smirk, "I'm curious, when was the first time you rode one?"

"It was a long time ago, me and… we were in med school and one of my friends got this idea to rent motorcycles and ride them out to my parent's house in the Hamptons because they weren't going to be there for a week during the summer, and we would have the place all to ourselves. A bunch of college kids and a full liquor cabinet? You can only imagine what we had in mind. Anyway, it was going great and we were having an amazing time on the bikes until mine decided to break down on some deserted rode. We might all be brilliant surgeons, but anything with a motor and we were clueless. We eventually got there with the help of someone I believe to be a hooker and had an awesome, drunken time, but naturally we opted to take a rental car back to the city."

Pete had a good chuckle before asking, "Who knew Dr. Montgomery had a wild side?"

"Oh buddy, if only you knew all the details. I was dating one of those motorcycle boys after all," she said with a wink.

Pete gaped for a moment, "and what ended up happening with your motorcycle friends?"

Addison paused awkwardly before being saved by a waitress asking for their order. After she left Pete tried again.

"How did things end between you and…?"

"Derek. His name is Derek Shepherd, and they didn't really end. We got married. The other man, Mark, had been Derek's best friend since the second grade. We were married for eleven years before we seperated."

"Oh… you know, I always assumed you had been married from the way you talked about it, but I never knew for sure. What happened between the two of you? I mean, why did you divorce?"

"That, my friend is a story for another day," Addison said with a tone that meant business.

They finished their lunch while chatting pleasantly. Their conversation never got very serious, and Addison liked it that way. She wasn't prepared to tell Pete about her past with her motorcycle buddies, and he didn't seem to want to talk about his deceased wife, so they just kept it light. He never even asked about Kevin. When she'd gotten to her office this morning, she's realized he had sent her a big bouquet of flowers. It was a sweet gesture. It was a way of saying, "Hey, I'm sorry I freaked you out by telling you I have a small child, please don't worry about it," but without words. Addison had started feeling better about things when she had gotten them. He was a very nice guy, and she had made the executive decision that she did, in fact, like Kevin. It was easy with him. It was comfortable. The bill came and Pete and Addison argued over who would pay. They ended up laughing when Pete finally won, making him two-zero. The pair walked to the Harley side by side and suited up. Addison kept complaining about having helmet hair, but Pete insisted that she'd still be beautiful no matter what her hair looked like. This caused her to blush, making their otherwise sexual tension free outing a bit awkward.

Still blushing a bit, Addison suddenly realized she was running late, "Oh damn Pete, I have a patient in ten minutes."

"Don't worry Addie, we'll get you there."

Pete kept his promise. They arrived at their building with a few minutes to spare.

"I had a great time Pete, thanks for taking me there, it was beautiful," Addison said with a large smile.

Pete couldn't help but smile back at her, she had that effect on him, "Thank you for coming, we should definitely have lunch again."

"That sounds great, I really gotta go, but we'll talk details later."

She offered him a parting hug and was on her way. Watching her retreating figure, Pete let out a sigh. Yes, she was definitely going to be the death of him.