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He released her hand and patted her leg, telling her they were about to go fast. She held on tighter and ducked down behind him as he hit the next gear and blasted past the pickup truck. He drove her straight through town and to the police station. He came to a stop next to her car, and offered his hand to help her off.
“I’ll follow you home, make sure you get there safe,” he told her as she removed her helmet and gave it back.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”
“I would be fine without doing that if you weren’t being hunted,” he said low as he pulled the helmet over his head.
She cupped the helmet and smiled, then flipped down his visor. “Tonight was my favorite.”
She’d said it over her shoulder as she sauntered to her car, dragging the keys out of her purse as she went.
Hallie opened her door and stood in the opening. She sighed and canted her head. “I wish I would’ve met you three years ago.”
She couldn’t see his facial expression behind the mirrored visor, but he angled his helmet down, and she knew he understood what she was saying.
They’d met at the wrong time, after all the damage.
That part made her heart ache in ways she didn’t understand.
He twitched his head. Get in.
She smiled one last time and blew him a kiss, then sank down into the car, started it, and aimed her car for Corey’s property outside of town.
She stalled. She went five below the speed limit, her eyes constantly casting to the rearview mirror where the motorcycle followed behind her.
She really was terrible at goodbyes.
Already her eyes were burning and her heart was hurting.
When she came to the dirt-road turnoff to a cluster of rural properties, he paused at the for-sale sign in front of the Miller’s old place. She slowed and stopped, watching him. He was sitting there frozen by the mailboxes, just…staring at that for-sale sign.
1010 Winding Creek Way had been for sale for years. It was a crap-hole. The cabin had been abandoned when she and Corey were children. No one had wanted to fuss with it way out here. Someone had bought it and let it sit for years, never did anything with it.
When he put the kickstand down, dismounted, and strode for her window, she was confused.
Hallie rolled the window down as he flipped his visor up and locked his arms against her car. “Stay one more day.”
“What?”
“Stay one more day,” he repeated.
“I…” Hallie frowned, mind racing. “It’ll just make it harder to leave.”
“You’re tough,” he told her, then pushed off the car, pulled his helmet off, leaned inside, and kissed the devil out of her.
He eased back with a small smack of his lips and sauntered back to his motorcycle. “Stay one more day,” he called without turning back around.
“And then what?” she called, hanging out the window.
“And then we’ll see.”
Chapter Eight
Hallie didn’t know how to feel.
Corey waved as she loaded up into her car. “Have a good day at work!”
This was the part where Hallie was supposed to wave and tell her, “See you tonight,” and then leave while Corey was at work, and later write her a long text apologizing for not staying when she was in some cheap motel in another state.
