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Kyle’s eyes widen. “Since you were kids?” she asks on a whisper.

I hum, touching my mouth to hers again. “Tell me something about you, like that. I’ve known Ryan since we were little. Shawn is one of the guy’s wives. Tell me something.”

Her gaze searches my own in the silence that follows, and then she lets out a sigh. “My past isn’t something I like to talk about,” she whispers.

“But if I don’t know fuck all about you, how are we supposed to move forward together?”

Kyle’s breath hitches. I’m not sure what I expect, but it’s not the frown she gives me. She lets out a heavy sigh as if this is the last conversation she would ever want to have, and I’m forcing it out of her.

“I come from shit parents. I have a shit ex, and now I’m here. There really isn’t much to tell.”

“He hurt you?” I demand. Her eyes shift to the side, and that’s when I know everything I need to know. “He hurt you,” I grind out.

“Doesn’t matter. He’s gone now.”

“He dead?”

She gasps. “No, he’s not dead.”

“Then it matters,” I snap. “If he’s breathing, it fucking matters.”

I’m filled with rage just at the thought of another man even looking at her, let alone touching her. What the actual fuck? Then a thought enters my mind. I think about keeping it to myself and just researching it, but I decide to ask her instead.

“Are you on the run from him?”

Her eyes widen. She sucks in a breath, holding it as she stares at me. Fuck me. She is on the run.

“What the fuck, baby?” I demand, trying not to be completely fucking pissed off but being fucking completely pissed off at the whole situation.

“I never planned on meeting you,” she whispers.

Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers. “You met me, Kyle. And I got you.”

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

KYLE

Riderand I go our separate ways, but only after eating a late lunch, and only after he follows me to work. Pushing the car door open, I unfold from the front stead and turn to face him. He’s straddling his bike, his engine still rumbling low.

He doesn’t make a move to stand from his machine and walk over to me. Instead, he waits and watches. My feet carry me toward him without a single word. As soon as I’m close enough for him to reach, he extends his arm and hooks my waist, hauling me toward his side.

My back arches as Rider dips his chin and touches his lips to mine. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, tasting all of me in one swoop. He lifts his head, breaking the kiss, but he doesn’t release me.

His gaze searches mine, and his lips twitch into a smirk. “Have a good night at work, baby.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

Staring into his eyes, I wonder if I really have to walk away. If I really have to go to work. But I know that I do, even if I wantto stay here with him. I’m not sure how I’ve fallen for this man so quickly.

Maybe I feel so safe here, so comfortable, that I’ve finally let my guard down. Or maybe this is how it was always meant to be.

“I’ll see you later,” he rasps, his lips brushing mine one more time before he releases his hold on me.

As I take a step backward, I think about asking him if he’ll be here when I get off for the night, but then I decide against it. I don’t want to seem needy and pathetic, even though that's exactly how I feel.

“See you later, Rider,” I call out as I take a few more steps backward.

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