Behave!
When the light turned green, he moved through the intersection and into to the left lane to turn around.
On the way back, a car pulled up beside him. The guy in the passenger seat unrolled the window, flicked a lit cigarette at them. “Happy Turkey Day, asshole,” the guy hollered out the window, then started laughing.
“Idiots,” Rebel murmured. “Hang on, baby.” His velvety words caressed her ears as she tightened her hold.
Joaquin Dillinger was a very enticing man.
He dropped the bike into low gear forcing it to slow, turned down a side street, then another. As he wove his way back toward Prescott’s, the car with the idiots reappeared, then accelerated toward them.
“Hold on.” His tone stayed low and calm.
He’s got nerves of steel.
Rebel dipped the bike to the right and gunned the engine, causing Brit to tighten her hold on him. He roared down the quiet residential roads faster than she’d ever dare. The precision with which he rode kept her calm, but the thrill of the chase had her on the edge of her seat. Being around him was intoxicatinglyexciting. Despite the danger they were in, she wasn’t afraid. And she loved that the most of all.
Brit glanced over her shoulder. “Still coming.”
“We got this.” His deep voice with that oh-so-sexy cadence sent tingles cascading over her, like she’d bathed in his words and had been reborn.
Three more turns before he accessed the main road and took off full-throttle. Once back in Prescott and Jacqueline’s upscale neighborhood, he pulled over.
She glanced over her shoulder. The nut jobs were gone.
“Nicely played,” she said.
“Ass wipes,” he bit out before wrapping his large hand around her thigh again and giving her a gentle squeeze before letting go.
More. I need more.
She loved his calm vibe. His chill demeanor grounded her, yet turned her on at the same time. A heady combination that only ratcheted up the intrigue.
But she was a realist. Hard to get to know someone in DC when she lived in Denver. Despite her over-the-top reaction, she had to let him go.
Her heart hurt, but she pushed out the loss.
That’s ridiculous. I just met the man.
Once back in Prescott’s driveway, she hopped off. “My motto holds up again.”
“Life’s short, shit happens, people are mostly crazy,” he said.
As she removed the helmet, she smiled. “You remembered.”
“When a drop-dead, gorgeous woman tells me the motto she lives by, I’m gonna remember it.”
“It’s true.”
He dismounted, removed his helmet. “Itistrue. You are beautiful.”
As they walked into the house, she asked if he was buying Prescott’s bike.
“He’s giving it to me,” Rebel replied.
“Wow, you must’ve done something good to deserve that.”
A shadowed fell over his face. “We’ve been in the trenches together and come out on the other side.”
