“Friends have every right to pry into each other’s lives. In the bank, you begged me not to let anyone shoot you. Today you clung to me after that loud noise. I want to know why.”
“It’s no big deal, all right! Just drop it, Fin.”
“Maggie, I’m your friend. Talk to me.”
“I have nothing to say. Now can we go, please.”
“Have you spoken to anyone about it? Got help?”
She’d had help, lots of it, and time was supposedly the healer of everything. Well, that wasn’t working, clearly.
“I need to go, Fin, or I’ll be late.”
Maggs walked to her car and took out the keys. She then locked it and shut the hood. When she returned, she walked by Fin to where his large beast of a bike stood. She let out a squeak as hands grabbed her, turning her to face him.
“Something has scared you, Maggie Winter, and I plan on finding out what.”
He’d taken off his glasses, and those blue eyes had small flecks of gray in them, the iris ringed in a darker shade. She’d not noticed that before.
“I want to be there for you, Maggs, as the others would. I’m happy you had me both times, but you need to deal with this, and to do that you have to tell me what’s going on.”
Words came and went until all she had left to say was “They’re my demons, ranger boy, and I don’t share.”
Chapter10
She made herself lean in and plant a loud smacking kiss on his cold lips, then stepped back. He stopped her, his arms pulling her into his body. His hand raised her chin.
Taking his time, Fin kissed her thoroughly. The hell of it was that she reacted, and part of her reveled in that. Reveled in the fact that she could still feel when inside she was numb. There were dark, ugly places in there now that hadn’t been there before. Places that dropped her to her knees when she wasn’t expecting it. But this, well this made her feel alive.
“Damn, Maggs,” he whispered against her lips. “Come to bed with me.”
Her bones turned to liquid. “I don’t think that’s wise.”
“It would be good, you know that. Since you’ve been back, I think we’ve established just how good.”
“I don’t doubt that, as we both know you’ve had plenty of practice.”
“That’s insulting, and you know it.” He looked seriously pissed with her now; all that lovely heat had gone from his eyes.
“I know, and I’m sorry. Can we just go, please?”
“This is not done, Maggie. Any of it.” He gave her a hard look before turning away.
Maggs exhaled slowly. For now she’d kept her secrets safe.
“Put this on.” He handed her a helmet. “Do you have gloves?”
She opened her bag and dug them out. When she was done, she slung it over her head so it hung at her side.
“Where am I going?” His words were cool as he climbed on.
“Straight ahead until you see a sign with the letters SRR on it, on the right.”
“Your family home?”
She nodded.
“Okay, climb on.” He straddled the bike.
