"Jamie," he repeats, grinning, above the roar of the engine.

Studying the helmet, then the bike, Jamie hesitates. There's no trepidation on his face, however. It's more like he's absorbing the details his father never mentioned, so that he can recall them later.

Whatever it is it passes in the space of a few heartbeats, and he deftly throws a leg over the bike and sits, hands lightly gripping her waist. No hesitation, there.