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"Don't let go," he yelled at me over his shoulder.
I grinned at him.
Well,duh.
I held on tight as we slowly rolled down the driveway. I chanced a glance back over my shoulder. Nothing good came from it. Quinton and Trenton stood in the open doorway of the front door. Poor Trenton looked shocked. I'd been so nice to him lately and on such good behavior I'd had the poor sucker fooled.
Quinton, on the other hand, well, he didn't look shocked at all. More like outraged than annoyed, and ready to chase after us like the freaking Terminator so he could rip me bodily off the back of Tyson's motorcycle so that maybe he could strangle the life out of me, revive me right after, then find some tower to lock me away in until my last, dying breath.
"Go! Go! Go!" I shouted at Tyson urgently.
Tyson didn't bother looking back or asking questions. He was a smart guy, he knew. Or maybe he could just feel Quinton's outrage all the way across the lawn and down the driveway.
If I wasn't so afraid I'd fall off, I would have waved at Quinton and Trenton in goodbye just to poke the angry bears. I didn't dare.
The motorcycle roared loudly as we shot out of the driveway and practically flew down the road. I laughed happily as the air rushed past us and my hair blew out behind me.
The feeling that rushed through me, the utter joy at feeling the wind blow past with Tyson's hot, hard body in front of me to hold on tight to, it was indescribable.
I held on tight with my cheek against Ty's shoulder and closed my eyes, allowing the feelings to wash through me.
I didn't look back once.
I simply held on and enjoyed the ride.
Chapter Nine
Don’t Say Creepy Out Loud
Iwalked through the cemetery, lightly trailing my fingertips across the tops of various tombstones while reading words like beloved sister, mother, daughter, brother, etc.
Briefly, I wondered if my mother's tombstone called her not only a beloved wife but a beloved mother as well. Then I stopped wondering, because I knew Rain would always do right by me and he wouldn't have let me down or left me out in the cold with this.
The closer to the woods and the back of the cemetery I got, the more the stones lost their shiny sparkle that came with newness. The stones became older. Some of them with cracks. Some of them even had chunks missing from them in places, the words faded in spots, and others had eroded away altogether.
A great sadness swelled inside me with each headstone I read over. Death was so final and life was sometimes far too short.
Tyson walked up ahead of me. His legs, slightly longer than mine, ate up the ground in long strides. I could easily keep up with him if I wanted to. My legs were by no means short sticks. They were fantastically long, but after the ride on the motorcycle and the sensation of being free but pressed up tight to one of the men I loved, well... I was feeling lazy and euphoric in a way I was very unfamiliar with.
I had no idea what we were doing in a cemetery of all places and I hadn't bothered asking. I had said I trusted him, now I was proving it. Besides, it had been a while now since the two of us had gone on any sort of adventure and I missed it. Truth be told, I missed him. Yeah, we lived under the same roof now and worked in the same building, but as our family grew, my time became stretched thinner and thinner. I needed to spend more time with my guys and to put the rest of my family on hold for a while.
Which was something I wouldn't be able to even think about until after I got Romero out of his prison and back with his son where he belonged.
I rubbed my temples and sighed heavily, my euphoric feeling having slipped right through my fingers like fine grains of sand. I seriously hoped this adventure with Ty didn't end with a dead body. I'd had my fill of dead bodies, but they just kept piling up around me anyways.
The tombstones stopped, but Tyson kept right on walking. Right into the stupid woods. It was starting to get dark out, and within the next hour or two it would be completely dark with only a sliver of a moon for light and guidance. The last thing I wanted was to follow behind Tyson on a trail through the woods close to dark.
I picked up my pace and chased after him. If I had to, then so be it, it was still better than being left behind in the cemetery at night, all alone if you didn't count the dead buried in the ground.
I believed in ghosts.
I believed in demons.
I thoroughly believed both had good reason to hang out in cemeteries amongst the dead. They probably threw raging parties when the living were all tucked away safely in bed sleeping. Or something like that. How the hell would I know what ghosts did in their spare time when they weren't out haunting? Or demons when they weren't out molesting the souls of the pure at heart, or, again, whatever.
I caught up to Tyson and took hold of one of his hands. He gave mine a gentle squeeze and raised our joined hands. "There," he said. "Can you see it up there through the trees?"
I looked in the direction our hands were aimed at. Up ahead, through the thick trees and waning light, emerged a white building standing in the distance. I couldn't be certain but, I squinted, it looked like there was a much smaller building beside it. This one a muted gray that stood out less against the trees.
