Page 18 of Sinfully Mine

Matthew Clark was one of the doctors under suspicion. The other was his colleague, Melvin Watts.

Me:What’s the appointment scheduled for?

AR:Birth control.

Me:I’m not doing an annual visit, right?

There was no way I was undressing and spreading my legs for either of those doctors.

AR:Of course not. Check in under Grace Smith.

Me:I’ll be there.

Hunter wouldn’t like this. In fact, he’d hate it. I was positive he’d prevent me from going to the appointment, so the only logical course of action was to leave before he could find out what I had planned. I didn’t want to run from him or hide. Being here was the first thing that felt right since a week ago when he watched me touching myself on the webcam.

God, I wished it didn’t have to be like this, but dragging Hunter into this investigation would only get us both in trouble. He wasn’t the type to stand back and let shit happen. He’d get involved because of me, and then he could be shot or arrested or end up in a body bag. None were options I could live with.

Hunter was distracted. I could see it. Whoever spoke to him on the other end of the line, his club president, I thought, sounded pissed.

I wouldn’t get another chance to leave. This was it.

Without considering the consequences, I moved toward the back door, nearly running by the time I reached it. My hand trembled as I reached for the knob and quietly turned it, stepping outdoors onto the deck.

Ahead of me, stretching far beyond the fenced yard, trees lined the horizon. If I could reach them, I’d be hidden. He wouldn’t find me before it got too dark. Just as I lifted my foot to rush down the stairs, my heart hammering in my chest, I heard Hunter’s voice behind me.

“Do it. Run, Gracey girl.”

Oh, shit! My heart nearly leaped into my throat. “I, uh . . .”

Hunter’s warmth pressed into my back as he closed in. I startled, a gasp tumbling from my lips.

His lips moved close to my ear. “Run. I love to hunt. Cat and Mouse is my favorite game.”

“This isn’t a game,” I reminded him, glancing at my inked biker over my shoulder.

“That’s where you’re wrong, beautiful. We’re playing the next level now.”

“Hunter,” I pleaded.

“I’m giving you sixty seconds.”

“But—”

“Sixty seconds, Gracey girl. Better run. Now.”

“Wh-what are you going to do when you catch me?”

His lips curled into a grin that terrified me. “Fulfill every one of your dirty fantasies.”

Jesus. My thighs clenched together. I almost forgot the reason I wanted to run in the first place.

“Go,” he growled, and I swore he sounded more like a beast than a man.

“Hunter.”

“Go. I want my prize when I catch you, baby.”

My chest rose and fell as I inhaled and exhaled a few shaky breaths. I knew this was a point of no return. When I ran, he’d chase me. Hunter would catch me.

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