“How in the hell is this supposed to work?” Agnes fumed.
Cass locked the cuff on his left wrist. “Either we stay together, or we fall off the fucking bike.”
Fall off and—what? Crash? Die? “You can’t drive like this! You don’t have full range of motion. You can’t?—”
He could. He did. Sure, her arm stretched, but she was already holding her arms around him pretty tightly anyway because the man had taken off. He hurtled them away from the house and—not toward the road—but through some twisting, tangling trees to the far left even as her head whipped back so that she could stare at Levi.
Levi…still on the ground. With blood around him. With her gun dropped beside him.
Levi…
His head turned. She was sure of it. Was he gazing after her? It sure as hell seemed like he was. “You bastard!” Agnes shouted.
“Yeah, I fucking am,” Cass snapped back at her. “But I’m not leaving you behind to get shot, so stop fighting me, hold on, and keep your eyes out for the shooter.”
The shooter?
Now she tensed. The motorcycle vibrated between her legs. One of her arms curled around his waist, the other twisted with the cuff and… “You didn’t shoot him?”
Because, well, after she’d found the wounded man on the ground, she’d thought…
“No, I didn’t. We’re under attack, and I’m getting you the hell away.”
And he did. Branches whipped at them. The motorcycle snarled like a demon coming out of hell, and Agnes and Cass left a bleeding man behind them.
A bleeding man—a dead man? The man who knew about her past. The man who could potentially have given her answers.
And he was either dead…or dying.
Dammit.
“I like the jewelry,” Javion praised as he waved a hand toward her. “It’s new, right?”
Oh, fun. A comedian when rage had her shaking behind Cass.
Cass had just braked near Javion’s motorcycle. They were at some rundown bar—shocking, she knew—but Cass seemed to have some sort of innate talent for locating hole-in-the-wall places.
They were still in Texas. She’d figured that out thanks to some road signs that she’d finally seen, once they’d gotten out of the woods with the branches that had slapped at her. They had only driven for about an hour. At least, that’s what she guessed. They’d driven hard and fast and potentially left a dead body behind. Because…why not? That seemed to be the way they rolled these days.
Her body ached. Her stomach had twisted into about a million knots. And…worst of all, fury still fueled her. She’d been moments away from getting answers. And now…
The dead can’t give me answers. But if Cass had just let her stay a few moments longer, she could have forced Levi to tell her the truth.
“Is there a particular reason why the pretty lady is cuffed to you?” Javion asked Cass.
Cass grunted. Typical. The man’s conversational skills were killer.
He’s a killer.
She truly had thought that he’d been the one to shoot Levi. Before going into the ranch house, she’d tried to convince the man to hold back, to be a hero…
But he’d basically laughed in her face after those particular words.
“She’s cuffed so she won’t run. The woman didn’t want to get on the bike. Had to take the choice out of her hands.”
“The woman,” she snapped right back, “didn’t want to leave an injured man behind. And, hey, important little FYI tidbit, my gun is back there next to his body.”
Javion whistled. “That could be a problem.”
