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“And you’re just now thinking about this?” She freaks out. I hold onto her tighter, not letting her go.

“Yeah, I am. Maybe I’m wrong. I could be wrong, but I don’t think they’ve ever hidden bodies before.”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” she says, burying her face in my shirt.

“It’s fine. Fuck, even if they find them, what?”

“You could go to prison, Tristan.” Now I laugh.

“Like I’d ever let that happen. I’d die before I went to prison,” I tell her.

“Don’t say things like that.”

“It’s the truth, Ash.”

“You’d rather be dead than get to see me?”

“If I’m locked up, I’m not seeing you anyway. Just drop it, okay? I’m sure it’s fine. You ready to go?” I ask her. I promised her a ride on the bike, and I plan on giving her that. She nods her head, and we break apart before heading outside. I grab the helmet and pass it to her, eyeing her while she puts it on. I can’t get enough of her wearing jeans. They hug her perfect ass, and that’s all I can ever look at it. It makes her laugh, and that’s the best sound in the world.

I climb on, and she climbs on behind me, wrapping her arms as tightly as she can around my waist and holding on while I take off.

We ride around for a little while when I hear sirens behind me. I’m so close to the bridge that I don’t pull over until I’m on it. Ash is tense, her arms tight around me until the cops pull up and surround us.

“Off the bike,” comes a man’s voice. I knew it. One of them either turned on me, or they didn’t hide the bodies well enough. Fuck!

Ash climbs off only after I tell her to. Then I climb off, pulling her helmet from her head.

“Hands in the air!” Comes the next command. I smirk and look down at Ash.

“You know I love you.”

“Whatever you’re about to do, don’t. We don’t know that’s what this is about.”

“Yeah, we do. Tell me you love me,” I tell her.

“Don’t do this,” she begs softly.

“Tell me,” I demand this time.

“I love you, Tristan.” I lean down and capture her lips with mine, kissing her so hard she’ll never be able to forget me. When I pull back, I shove her away from me toward the cops.

“She had nothing to do with it! Don’t hurt her!”

“Hands up! Or I’ll shoot!” Now I laugh. Shoot? Hell, I’ve been shot. That isn’t going to happen again either, that shit hurt.

“Tristan.”

“Put your hands up and walk over there, Ash.” She starts to move, and so do I. I climb the rail just as she turns to face me. I blow her a kiss, and then shots are fired just as I jump.

The freefall is something I’ve never felt in my life. The free feeling, the rushing through the air. I close my eyes as everything blows past me, and then I straighten out and hit the water.

Chapter 24

Ash

There was no funeral. There was no body. The cops commented no one could have survived that fall. Maybe they’re right. Maybe he’s resting now at the bottom of the fucking water, I don’t know.

I’ve been in the basement at Amy’s because I couldn’t stand to be alone at the warehouse. She’s having a hard time with letting him go, too, and I can’t say that I blame her. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. I wasn’t ready to let him go either, but he did what he did, and that really wasn’t a shock to me.

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