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She shook her head.

“No,” she pointed at the bedside table where a glass of what looked to be Kool-Aid was sitting.

“’M’kay,” I muttered, opening the door and heading straight to the kitchen.

I pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge and turned to face Raphael.

“What’s up?”

Chapter 14

I don’t know who you are, or what you do. Why? Because I’ve lost all my phone contacts.

-Aspen to an unidentified number that’s most likely her mom, but could possibly be her ex-boss.

Aspen

An hour later

“You’re sure that the mother’s here?” Raphael asked tersely.

Drew didn’t answer him, instead pulling into a driveway that looked like it led into a prison.

“Why does someone have to come through Fort Knox to get to a garage?” I asked. “What do they do that they need this much security?”

My eyes widened when I saw the razor wire at the top of the fence. And was that…electricity?

“They’re a custom motorcycle shop, but that’s not all they do,” Drew muttered.

“How do you know?” Raphael asked.

He was sitting in the back seat next to the kid he’d helped save.

The little girl was asleep in a car seat my brother had let us borrow, and her little head was rolled to the side, the straps of the seat the only thing holding her exhausted body up.

Off in the distance, past the shops, I could see houses, and even further beyond that was a larger structure that I couldn’t really make out.

“Grew up here. And I’m friends with them,” Drew answered. “I train with them to keep my skills sharp.”

I saw Raphael glance at Drew quickly before turning his attention back to the front.

“Are they going to let us in anytime soon?” I asked softly.

We’d been sitting there for upwards of five minutes now.

“They have to come down and open it with a thumbprint scanner,” Drew murmured, his eyes moving to the flash of movement that came from the left behind the shop.

Then a man wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, grease covering his arms from hands to elbows, sauntered over toward us.

“That’s Gabe,” Drew said.

The man was sexy.

Very, very sexy.

The closer he got, the more my mouth watered.

I had a good man who I thought was sexy as hell, but I wasn’t dead.