“Fox.” Can the man not understand time? It’s barely been an hour, let alone two.
“Fox,” he confirms as his assessing gaze trails over my face. “You aren’t hurt?”
“Of course not.”
The door bangs open behind me, and I jerk my head over my shoulder. My muscles tense, ready to fight or flee. Hunter goes still next to me. You can take the man out of the military…
“Friend or foe?” he mutters as a guy drags a girl deeper into the shadows of the alley, neither of them realizing they aren’t alone, but it’s not anyone I recognize. Doesn’t mean I’m not onborrowed time. The longer I linger, the more likely it is we are found.
“Neither.”
“Come on,” Hunter says, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the alley and onto the main street.
“Wait.” I dig my heels into the scarred concrete, yanking back.
He pauses and raises a brow. “You have a coat to collect to put over that sinful dress?”
“Don’t be ridiculous; it’s hotter than Hades. Why would I wear a coat?”
“Then what? You want to wait for whomever made you turn on that tracker to come find you?”
“I need your phone.” I hold my hand out and wait, ignoring his ridiculous question.
He frowns. “You don’t have your own?”
“As you rightly pointed out, my dress isn’t made for concealing anything.”
He sighs and unzips his leather jacket before pulling his phone out of the internal pocket. My eyes drop to his chest. A couple of buttons on his white shirt are open, revealing his tanned and tattooed chest. I blink as he opens the lock on his phone with his pretty face and presses it into my hand. Pretty face? Did I drink the champagne?
“Can’t this wait?” he asks, glancing up and down the street.
I shake my head. My fingers work fast as I pull up the search engine and log in to my system. I execute scenario three with a small smirk. My phone in Christopher’s possession will now mirror the false woman I claimed to be, leading him on a merry chase around the country. Nothing of Eleanor exists.Like it should be.
“All done.” I pass him back his phone, and he whips his coat off and drapes it around me. Leather, sandalwood, somethingdeeply male and all Hunter envelops me. It does funny things low in my belly. “What are you doing?”
“Arms in,” he instructs.
“I already told you, I’m too hot.”
“Indeed,” he grumbles as he pulls my arms inside the sleeves. “But you are about to ride the wind, Ghost, and I can’t have my rescue thwarted by the elements.”
“Ride the wind? I don’t understand.”
His lips twitch as he grabs a helmet from the motorcycle I hadn’t spotted.Great powers of observation, Ellie.Let’s blame my brush with the devil for my lack of common fucking sense.
“I’m not getting on that death trap with you.”
“Something tells me staying here is worse than any death trap I can concoct.”
I swallow and glance back at the entrance to the club, my heart unsteady in my chest. I know I’m on borrowed time. Fuck it. I shove the helmet over my skull and hope Hunter is a careful driver.
He makes sure it’s on correctly, then pulls his own on before swinging his leg over the beast. Why does he have two helmets? Was he expecting to rescue a damsel today? “Hop on, princess. Your chariot awaits.”
I sigh as I hitch up the hem of my dress, thanking the clothing manufacturer they made it a little stretchy. He smirks as his gaze lowers to take in the expanse of flesh on show. I roll my eyes as I swing my leg over and hold on to Hunter’s waist. He grabs my hands and yanks hard, dragging me against him and pushing the air from my lungs. This dress does nothing to protect my core, which is pressed up against his jean-covered ass. Wonderful.
The engine rumbles to life. Oh my god. My trusty vibrators don’t have shit on this beast.
The front door to the club flies open and Christopher, Jonathan, and James spill out onto the sidewalk. James’s eyestighten in the corners as Christopher’s gaze immediately finds me. He storms over, his body rigid.
