She’d never seen a photo of him in leathers with that gleaming chrome beauty. That image would be unforgettable. What woman would turn down that ride?
As much as Dizzie wanted the bike for herself, she wouldn’t say no to having all that power—man and machine—between her legs.
A quiver of excitement raced through her and heat pooled low in her belly.
Focus, Dizzie. Find the bike.
The next light flickered on and there she was. The Turbosmith Excel.
Sitting in a pool of light, the motorcycle gleamed. And really, there should have been a choir of angels singing, because the bike was a beautiful blend of art and science.
“Hi, gorgeous,” she whispered. “You are I are going to take a little ride.”
Slipping to the side, Dizzie heaved a sigh of relief when she saw the key was still in the ignition. When she’d noticed that earlier, she’d almost pocketed it, but she worried that Killian would see. He’d watched her carefully the whole time she explored the motorcycle.
She circled the motorcycle, looking for advanced security measures. If they existed, they were very well hidden and she wouldn’t know about them until it was too late.
“All right, baby, let’s get you out of here.” She wrapped her hands around the handlebars and disengaged the brake. Lifting the kickstand, she began her career as a bike thief. Nerves twitched in her belly.
Was she really doing this?
Rolling forward, the garage door opened as she neared. She jumped. These damn motion sensors were going to be the death of her.
Cool air rushed into the temperature-controlled garage. She zipped her jacket up all the way, thankful for the new clothes. The night air would be even colder when she was whipping down the road on this beauty.
When she’d cleared the garage by several feet, Dizzie paused and waited for the garage door to close behind her. And waited. She re-engaged the kickstand and walked back toward the garage.
Nothing happened. The door remained open.
Dammit. What did she do now?
Leaving it open was an asshole move. One that would leave Killian vulnerable to the newsies who swarmed his house.
She couldn’t betray him that way. There was probably a way to close the garage from the inside, but how was she supposed to find it when only three lights at a time worked? If only she’d paid attention when Killian had driven them into the garage. He had to have a way to control it from outside. She’d thought there was a remote…
Of course there was. “Oh, Dizzie, you idiot,” she muttered aloud.
She pulled the key out of the ignition and studied it. Dangling right next to the key was a small black fob. She pressed the button and held her breath.Please don’t be an alarm.
The garage door slid closed as quietly as it had opened.Yes!
She settled the bag against her back. The bike was nearly too tall for her, which, given the height difference between her and Killian, wasn’t a surprise. She could still ride it, though.
Dizzie stood on the foot peg and swung her leg over the seat. She shifted her weight to the right until the ball of her foot reached the ground, then raised the kickstand with her left.
She donned the helmet that sat on the rear of the bike and tucked her hair out of sight. Instead of heading directly to the front gate, she rolled the Excel forward with her feet, exploring the rest of the driveway. A rougher gravel spur branched out toward the back fence. She followed it carefully and was rewarded with what looked like a construction fence. Probably from the renovations.
This gate wasn’t electronic the way the front gate was. There also wasn’t a cluster of newsies outside this gate either. Parking the motorcycle, Dizzie dismounted and tugged at the gate, creating enough space for her and the Excel to slip through.
She turned the key in the ignition and pressed the starter. The bike sprang to life with a throaty rumble. It was absolutely perfect for Killian. Commanding enough to make you get out of the way, but not the “look at me” of insecure boys.
“Let’s rock and roll,” she said aloud, her heart racing.
Chapter19
Where to go?
Staying with friends was out of the question. They all lived at headquarters and after Alice’s betrayal, Dizzie didn’t want to risk another friend turning her in to Tremaine Security.
