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“Are we slipping away, Zeke?” she asked him.
“Not for the reasons you might be thinking,” he grunted. “This has nothing to do with caring who sees me with you. There’s just a few things I’m avoiding right now. ”
That was strange enough; she couldn’t imagine Zeke avoiding anything that needed to be taken care of or anyone causing him any problems.
“You’ll explain why later, right?”
He nodded slowly. “Later. I promise. ”
Licking her lips nervously, Rogue moved to the closet where she pulled her leather riding jacket free, then lifted the keys to the Harley from the small peg inside the closet.
“Here you go. ” She tossed him the keys after closing the closet door and turning back to him. “Sorry, there’s no secret door to slip out of. You’re going to have to take your chances going down the stairs, I guess. Unless you want to climb out the back window and shimmy down the drainpipe or something. ”
He glanced toward the bedroom window as Rogue’s gaze narrowed.
“Explanations would be nice,” she finally told him.
He nodded slowly. “Explanations will have to come later though. Let’s go. ”
He grabbed his own leather jacket from the couch; she hadn’t even noticed it until then.
Shrugging it on, he opened the door, looked down the stairs, then led her from the room before locking the door behind them.
Rogue stayed silent, though the questions were beginning to build in her mind. She followed him down the stairs, then the short hall to the back door. They slipped from the bar as silently as he had obviously slipped inside, and he led her straight to the covered carport behind the bar where she kept her Harley parked.
He straddled the cycle quickly and inserted the key as Rogue swung onto the padded back hump. The throb of the cycle’s engines between her thighs was always an exhilarating, almost sexual sensation that gave her a reckless little thrill.
She pulled on the helmet Zeke handed her as he pulled on the extra that he had taken from a hook just inside the carport. Within seconds, the kickstand was up and he was backing the motorcycle from the covered shelter before turning the handlebars and accelerating from the back lot.
The small graveled drive that led from the back lot across a rough meadow exited at a small country road that broke off from the interstate. Zeke turned onto the small country lane before revving the engine and speeding away from the bar.
Resting her hands on his tight waist, Rogue rode behind him silently. She could feel the tension burning in him, feel the need, for whatever reason, to get her away from the bar.
She wondered if his absence that day had anything to do with his tension now.
According to his secretary when she’d called earlier, he had an appointment out of town and Kendal hadn’t known when he would be back. Now, he’d had Alex drop him off at the bar and they were escaping on her cycle rather than in his Tahoe?
She couldn’t bitch about escaping with him though. There was something incredibly fulfilling about riding free behind him, his warmth buffeting the cool night air as she held on to him.
She’d never enjoyed riding behind anyone else. She’d always loved the control of wielding the cycle’s power herself. But somehow, with Zeke, it seemed natural, right.
The feeling was almost as powerful as lying in his arms after the explosive orgasm he gave her.
The night sped by, the wind chilly but not cutting. There was a hint of warmth to the air, the certainty of the land that summer’s heat was heading its way. In front of her, the certainty of her lover’s heat seemed to wrap around her, enclose her as he navigated the darkened back roads toward his home.
The drive wasn’t long, no more than half an hour, but the cell phone at her side had activated twice, and she had a feeling she knew who it was.
Her brother. Or Jonesy. They couldn’t know she was with Zeke, but they would guess that she was heading to see him at the least.
Why, she wondered, was John so intent that she leave Somerset and return to Boston?
What drove not just Jonesy but her brother to such lengths to supposedly save her from Zeke? It bothered her, first Jonesy, then John. Both were pissed at the thought of her being with Zeke and she couldn’t figure out why.
The broken heart was her risk to take, and the risk was one she wouldn’t miss out on, not now, not after waiting this long for the chance to steal his heart.
But was she stealing his heart, or was she fooling herself? She’d been throwing herself at him for years; had he just finally taken what was offered, or did it mean anything to him?
She had to let herself believe that it meant something, at least for now.
