“You shoulda stayed inside,” he says quietly, voice gone rough.“And I shoulda run the second I saw you.”
Then he closes the space, his lips hard and unrelenting as he claims mine in a kiss that turns my knees to jelly and has my heart slamming against my chest.
The kiss ends as abruptly as it began, and his fingers flex on my hips before he steps back and turns away with a nod.
“Stay near the barn,” he says, voice gone rough.“And if you see that bull moving toward you again—run.”
I watch in stunned silence as he walks away, his muscles flexing beneath sun-worn denim.
I can’t believe he’s leaving me standing here with a racing pulse and a very inconvenient realization.
I might be hiding out.But I’m in way more danger than I thought.
Because the real threat around here isn’t some random biker.
It’s Sawyer DeWitt.
Chapter 4-Sawyer
Ishouldn’t have kissed her.
Goddamn it, I should not have kissed her.
The taste of strawberry sweetness still lingers on my lips, haunting me while I run through the checklist for tomorrow’s run.
Tires—checked.
Freezer temp—checked.
Fuel—topped off.
Papers—all in order.
Security measures—taken.
Everything’s ready.
Everything except my head.
Micah and Benji are already on the road, heading east to meet me in Ohio.
Destiny’s Enforcers MC will provide an escort from here to there—Rooster’s guys, good men for bad jobs.I trust them enough to get me and the shipment through any rough stretches.
It should be simple.
It needs to be simple.
Brentwood Cattle’s a big deal—too big to screw up.
This is the run that’ll put Jersey Iron on the map.
The one that’ll finally get me out from under this damn financial hole I’m in because of all the fucking damage my mystery enemy caused.
The one that will prove that walking away from war didn’t mean walking away from purpose.
But all I can think about is her.
Lil Bit.
