He saved me. Got me away from Kurt. She leapt at Nash. Grabbed his powerful shoulders and hauled him toward her. Her lips pressed frantically, desperately to his.
Nash stiffened.
“You just saved my life,” she whispered against his mouth. “Now, if we both want to keep living, we have to get out of here.” Delaney backed away. Clutched his hand. “Let’s go. Please, please, please. Let’s go. Fast. Now.”
He climbed on the motorcycle. She jumped on, too, and locked her body behind his. The big, black beast of a bike snarled with fury when Nash started the engine. Oh, what a beautiful, dark, and growling sound. The sound of hope and freedom.
“Hold on,” Nash told her.
Like she wasn’t already doing that. Holding on for dear life.
The motorcycle leapt away from the church. She had a fast flash of Kurt’s glaring face as he stood in the open doorway of the church, and wild laughter escaped her.
She’d just gotten her miracle. In the form of her ex-lover.
Fate could have such a twisted sense of humor.
Nash raced away with her into the dark, and she held on, well, as if her very life depended on him. Which, yeah, it did.
The man who’d broken her heart had seriously just saved her ass.
Chapter Two
He’d stolen a bride.
And he had no intention of ever giving her back. Delaney Daniels was his.
Nash Quinn knew his grip was far too tight around the handlebars. The Harley vibrated beneath him, and Delaney pressed every beautiful curve that she had against his body. She held him fiercely, desperately, as if she’d never, ever let him go.
Fair enough. I won’t be letting her go again.
Walking into that church had been like walking straight into a scene from his worst nightmare. His Delaney. Marrying someone else. Standing in front of a priest, wearing a white dress, holding those blood-red roses with that creep in a tux getting ready to claim her as his bride.
The hell, no.
Especially because the intel that Nash had picked up about her groom—well, his intel indicated that the guy might as well be the devil. No way did the devil get to keep Delaney.
I’m keeping her.
He’d been afraid that he wouldn’t get to Delaney in time. But he had. He’d stopped the freaking wedding and?—
He steered the Harley off the road. Braked at an old, shuttered gas station.
“What are you doing?” Delaney asked, voice breaking around the edges. “Why are we stopping? Did you miss the part where we needed to go, go, go? Because I thought I was super clear on that point. If not, please allow me to repeat, we need to go, go, go!”
He killed the engine.
“Nash? Uh, Nash, this is the opposite of going.”
He shoved down the kickstand and climbed off the bike. His body brushed against hers way too much during that climb from the Harley. He took two steps away from her. Then a third. Mostly because he needed a bit of space from the temptation that was Delaney Daniels. Talking while she had her body pressed against his was far too distracting. Breathing in her seductive scent was too distracting. Being close to the woman who’d haunted him for years was far too distracting.
“Nash, we need to be driving away. Super, super fast.”
Stars glittered overhead. Moonlight. He’d deliberately chosen the darkest part of the lot to park his ride. The better not to be seen in case they were followed. And that brought him to his important question of… “You think he’s gonna follow you?”
“Uh, yes. I do. One hundred percent. I think Kurt is going to run fast after me because he swore not to let me go.”
Yeah, about that dick groom of hers…How should he break the news to her? So, Delaney, the man you almost married is a psychopath. That felt harsh. But it was true. A murdering psychopath. And when I realized you were marrying him, nothing was gonna stop me from getting to you.
