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Damn, it hurt. It hurt about a bazillion times more than when Quinn had done the same thing. He hadn’t even been expecting it. At least when he tried to stop his twin from fighting, Gabriel listened.
Nick found his footing in the sand. Now he was pissed, and the air enjoyed that, pulling sand into tiny tornadoes at his feet. The wind turned ice cold, coming off the water like it was blowing from a glacier.
The other guy, the one with lighter hair, had grabbed his friend. Adam had Quinn, and he looked like he was wrestling with whether to put her down and help. He’d moved back, toward their motorcycles and the tree line.
“Go,” Nick said to him. “Get her to the truck.”
Adam glanced between him and the guys on the beach. “I’m not sure that’s the best idea.”
Nick wasn’t sure, either. He wasn’t a fighter, not really. And what was he going to do? Suffocate them? Freeze them to death? Blast them with sand?
“It’s all right,” said the light-haired guy. He still had a death grip on his friend, but his words had a hint of slur. “Take her home. I just wanted to make sure she was okay.”
“Yeah,” said Nick. “Looks like it.” But he glanced at Adam and took a step toward the trail. Adam met his eyes, and they shared a moment of silent agreement.
Adam didn’t want to fight, either.
And that was refreshing.
The dark-haired guy swore. “I’m going to kill those—”
“Run,” said Nick.
Adam ran. Nick was right behind him.
And then they were tearing through the darkness, leaping into the truck.
And then they were gone.
CHAPTER 5
Nick had to fight to keep the truck near the speed limit. He kept checking the rearview mirror, looking for motorcycles or any sign of danger.
“They can’t follow us,” Adam said. “At least, I don’t think they can.”
Nick didn’t look away from the road. Quinn was a heavy weight against him, buckled into the middle bench seat. He had a pretty good sense that she was drooling on his shoulder.
“How do you know?”
“I disabled their bikes. Maybe.”
Nick looked over. “How did you do that?”
Adam shrugged, and it looked like he was trying to hide a smile. “Yanked some wires. I don’t know.”
Nick smiled. “Smart.”
Adam snorted, and his voice turned a bit self-deprecating. “Yeah, not too bad for a ‘couple of fags,’ huh?” Before Nick could say anything to that, Adam looked over again. “Sorry to drag you into that. The guy sounded okay on the phone.”
“I’m just glad Quinn wasn’t hurt.” Though she smelled like a frigging distillery.
Adam glanced over. “You two have a fight?”
There was absolutely no way Nick could break it down, right here and now. So he just shrugged noncommittally.
Adam bristled. “Look, if you have a problem with me—”
“I don’t.” They came to a stop light, and Nick looked at him. The street lights shined through the windshield and caught the caramel highlights in Adam’s skin, painting embers in his hair.
