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Freddie drains his cup of coffee and stands. “We have to go.”
“We’ll see you later, Rose,” Seb says, following Freddie, who is already halfway out of the room. “We leave at eight, okay?”
Freddie pauses at the door. “Remember, this won’t be forever, Rose.” His voice lowers as his eyebrows pinch together in concern. “It’ll be over soon.”
I feign a half-smile, but it makes my cheeks ache. He’s wrong.
Seb narrows his eyes at Callen. “Play nice.”
“Me?” Callen tears through his toast with his teeth, talking while chewing. “I’m a gentleman!”
I watch from the window as they hop into the car and drive away, leaving me alone with a psychopath.
“So…” Callen wiggles his eyebrows. “Do you want to have some fun?”
“I’m going to be spending my day in my room,” I say. “Away from you.”
“Actually,” Callen says, his tone interlaced with an underlying threat, “if you want me to keep your secret, you’ll meet me outside in ten minutes because I have something to show you.”
CHAPTER31
CALLEN
Ineed to test her before making a deal. A deal I’m not sure she’ll take, but she’ll have to if she knows what’s good for her.
Seb would never invite a ragamuffin like me to the Collingsbrook Ball, but Rose has a free ticket. Finally, I’ll have someone on the inside. Someone who can kill a man I want dead. A kill that Freddie and Seb won’t approve of.
I wait for her outside the cottage, lounging against my motorbike. The breeze runs through my hair, and the sun cracks over the sky, peering over the top of the clouds to melt the morning frost. We’re the only people around for miles. This cottage was purpose-built to be as remote as possible—a place where the royals fled for safety. No one uses it now.
I stroke the handlebars. My Harley has been with me since day one. Some men are obsessed with cars, but I’ve never understood the appeal. Where’s the fun in driving around in a metal box? Riding across the open road keeps my heart beating.
The door opens. Rose heeded my threat, after all. The wind ruffles her long, red hair, and she’s changed into a denim skirt with knee-length boots. Her hips swing when she walks, oozing sex appeal. Her deadliness only heightens my attraction towards her.
She plants her hands on her hips and snarls, “What do you want?”
I hold out a helmet and nod at the extra jacket draped over the seat. “I’m taking you for a ride.”
She hesitates, biting her bottom lip. A bottom lip I’d like to suck on and tease to make her gasp. “It’s safer here.”
Maybe she’s thinking I’ll bury her body along with her friend. Her selective memory is forgetting the part about her being the one who killed him.
“You don’t strike me as a woman who follows the rules. What’s wrong?” I cock my head to the side. “Are you scared?”
She snatches the helmet from me and snaps the visor down. The leather jacket doesn’t fully zip over her big tits, but I’ll take it slow.
She stomps over to the Harley. “What are you waiting for?”
I grin, swing my leg over, and rev the engine. “You better hold on tight.”
She huffs and mounts the bike. Her strong thighs clench as she wraps her arms around me.
“Bet you didn’t think you’d have your thighs squeezed around me again so soon,” I tease.
“I swear to fucking God, I’ll—”
I rev again to drown out her objections.
“Don’t fall,” I say, then kick away.
