Her Dangerous Revenge

ist to pull out his keys. He didn't spare me a glance before briskly making his way up t

itting in the driver's seat, but it was too dark to see anything else. And

m. When his eyes met mine for a millisecond, the co

" I wh

sound. Maybe she went back to h

ark motorcycle with reflective

thtrap. "A motorcycle? Do you have a death wish or something? I kno

ch of a choice." Derek's e

idn't have any other options, but

as he lifted a helmet ha

d. There was no way I was getting on his de

d a spare helmet from a small compartment I h

s was really happening. The one

ady to mount the bike, my fingers were lost in a sad, sad mess. In my defense the helmet was on

oice was deeper w

. "I can't see

s hands reached up and

ep back. "I

and his eyelids softened. "No re

touch it by accident." I hated having to

ld back a smile, but I s

job and ended up in a weird Chinese torture strap trap. I yanked my ha

ps. "I'm not laughing at what that old lady did to you. I was laughing a

's not in his right mind." I did my best not to study the way Derek bit the cor

ingers lightly

supposed to

could feel his pain. "She's no

ld so many people have the same infection

strap taut, and let go. His eyes drained of all pa

me. Yes, truth!" What the

gure out what the truth was, but instead of ans

ignore me?

g to life. I jumped at the sound. It was so frigging

he bike. I know Derek noticed. How could he not? I

st way to go from point A to point

e dark without killing us? Cars were so much better. They had the amazing perk

position. That's if you consider comfortable to be my entire frontside pl

uld've killed me if he knew I was this close to another guy. I would've understo

, Dad's pinched lips and narrowed brow told the tale. If this situation were any dif

eathing exercises, and trying to