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“Unless you got stuck over there for some reason.”
The comment caught her off guard, and she contemplated the point I’d made for a minute. “I suppose you’re right. I don’t want to take the chance, but…” Her gaze shifted over my shoulder toward the airport entrance. “My dad will probably keep me locked up in a tower until I turn thirty, so I’d miss everything anyway.”
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, looking down into her gorgeous green pools. “Told you, babe. I’ll take care of it.”
Her expression was skeptical, and she raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to explain more.
“We’ll leave your car here, and my man will make sure you’re checked in for your flight. He’ll even make the system think they scanned your boarding pass at the gate. We’ll leave a trail that will eventually lead right back to the airport.” If we let it go cold, Mac would lose his fucking mind and wreak havoc until his little girl was found. “It’ll buy you a couple of weeks, at least. Then I’ll help you figure out something else.”
Dahlia chewed on that for a few seconds, then propped her hand on her hip and asked, “Why would you do this for me?”
Again, I swallowed the impulse to inform her that I take care of what's mine. “Mav’s my brother.” It was a simple explanation, and I knew it would be enough for Dahlia because she’d grown up in a world where oaths made people more loyal than blood.
I uncrossed my arms and held out my hand.
She bit her bottom lip, and I couldn’t stop pulling the plump pink flesh from between her teeth—though I didn’t tell her that no one was allowed to bite that lip except me. The touch sent a spark of desire streaking from the spot where our skin met. I watched it flare in her pretty green eyes and smirked when she immediately slid her palm against mine.
Grabbing her suitcase with the other hand, I lifted my chin in the direction of my bike before leading her away from the terminal doors.
I was impressed with how light she’d packed and grateful because her backpack duffel fit into the large tail bag hanging off the back of my bike. The rain had made the spring air muggy, so I hated to make her wear the leathers I’d grabbed before I left the compound. But I would never fuck with her safety. It would be windy once we were on the road, and the protective wear would keep her drier.
Before I could hand her a helmet, she snatched it from my other saddle bag and began to put it on. Chuckling, I batted her hands away and adjusted it before buckling it beneath her chin. So damn adorable. Then I grasped her waist, lifted her, and settled her on my ride.
It was a good thing I’d contacted Mav about the safe house. By the time we reached it, the rains were torrential, and I could barely see where I was going. We crossed a bridge over a rapidly rising river—the only entrance to the town—and drove for a few more minutes until we reached a small, plain building. It was intentionally nondescript and easily forgettable.
I parked in a shed at the rear and helped Dahlia off the bike before grabbing her bag. Then we made a run for it.
We were soaked to the bone and would both need a hot shower to warm up so we wouldn’t get sick. I intended to take full advantage of the opportunity to try to talk Dahlia into sharing the steamy water.
Conserving water and all that shit.
3
DAHLIA
Riding with Fox was a hell of an experience, and not just because we were racing against the storm after it turned in our direction. I had only ever been on the back of my dad’s bike before because it was a big deal for a Silver Saint to put a woman on their motorcycle. The feelings being wrapped around Fox’s muscular body evoked in me were unfamiliar…and exhilarating.
I hated to give it up, but we couldn’t stay on his bike forever with the rain pouring down on us. I didn’t ask any questions when he’d pulled off the highway and we drove into a small town. I was just relieved that he had a plan to get us out of the storm. But now that we were safely inside, it struck me that we would be alone for who knew how long. Just the two of us and our intense chemistry.
Looking around to distract myself from the urge to do something wild—like lift his soaking-wet shirt to trace his ink with my tongue—I was stunned by how the inside of the nondescript building didn’t match the outside. “What is this place?”
“One of our safe houses.”
I let out a low whistle of appreciation to cover my surprise at his answer. Growing up as the daughter of the Silver Saints president, I knew that club business was never shared with outsiders. Hell, information was only given to old ladies when necessary. But here Fox was, giving me the location of one of their safe houses. A place that meant safety and security for the men he’d sworn to protect when he became their president. “My lips are sealed.”
“I know, baby.” He dropped my backpack duffel on the floor near the door and swept his arm in front of him. “I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t think you’d keep it to yourself.”
I winked at him. “And I wouldn’t have abandoned my plans to head to Europe and gotten on the back of your bike instead if I didn’t trust you to keep me safe.”
“Always.”
We’d only just met and had barely talked, but for some reason, I knew deep in my bones that there was a lot of meaning behind that one word. The weight of his promise was thick in the air around us, making me hyper aware of my heart racing.
I was used to seeing life-long romantic relationships forming at breakneck speed, but it was totally different being one of the people falling hard and fast for someone they’d literally just met. A little worried by how quickly my feelings developed, I tossed out another distraction. “If the storm keeps up like this, we’ll probably be stuck here until at least tomorrow. Maybe you could give me a tour, and we can check if there are any supplies in the kitchen? I’ll probably be starving soon since today didn’t go at all the way I’d planned.”
That was a huge understatement.
I should’ve been at Silver Ink all day, but my schedule had been thrown out the window when my mom called to let me know that Cash had stopped at the Iron Rogues compound and saw Molly with Maverick. Of course, he’d immediately called my dad to let him know. The only reason I’d beaten Dad there was because my drive was only two hours while he’d been on a run and was a half day away.
