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“We need to go. Now.”
“What about Scott’s mom?”
“She’s fine. I wasn’t going to do anything to her. But we can talk about everything later. Right now, we need to get to the airport.”
“Okay—”
He doesn’t wait for me to say another word. Instead he whistles loud and leads me down the street. We’re practically running when I look back to see the twins and Taylor following us.
Packing me into the front seat, he buckles my harness as the three larger men attempt to squeeze into the back seat together.
Nobody says a word until we’re stepping into the cabin of a private plane. All of us take a seat, and the plane takes off in minutes.
“What just happened?” I ask as the plane pulls off its steep ascent.
All three guys relax back in their seats, exhaustion evident in their expressions.
“We stole you back,” Damon explains. “What does it look like?”
“Thanks?”
Shane’s eyes are locked on me like he’s afraid to look away in case someone steals me again. I still in my seat at the force of his stare, watching a new storm brew, this one more violent than ever.
Although it’s Shane’s voice I want to hear right now, Taylor speaks up instead.
“I looked through your mom’s old records to try to find the house you mentioned. It’s been torn down since, but then I noticed she had a different address on her driver’s license. So we broke into that house and found Scott’s mom and grandmother.”
They were lucky they didn’t find his dad. Gary Clayborn, like his son, was someone you don’t want to mess with. He was also ex-military and had opened a gun store with a friend when he finally retired. He ran it until the day he died of a heart attack.
The flight levels out when the plane reaches maximum altitude. Shane doesn’t wait a second before unbuckling his seatbelt and crossing the cabin to me. After freeing me of my seat, he leads me back into a bedroom, slams the door, locks it and then leans back against the door.
The bedroom is gorgeous, especially for a plane. It’s not very big, but the color scheme is a soft grey and white. Two small windows allow light in, and I watch the sky and clouds fly by.
“Don’t ever do that again?”
Confused, I spin back to find Shane’s narrowed stare targeting me. “Do what?”
“Leave me.”
Stunned by the simplicity of that response, I tilt my head in question. It’s as if we’ve skipped back to the conversation we were having in the hotel before my dad showed up, the storm behind his eyes very much the same.
“Why does it matter if I leave you?”
Three long, aggressive steps and he locks his hands over my hips, shoves me against a wall and lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his body to help keep my balance.
With one hand beneath my butt and the other against the wall by my head, Shane doesn’t bother answering, choosing to kiss me instead.
It’s a desperate kiss, like two starving lovers who have been searching their entire lives for their other half. His tongue and teeth lick and nip, his lips moving against mine with such furious hunger that I struggle to keep up … or to give in.
Trapping my weight in place with his own, he moves his hand up from my butt to run possessive fingers over my hip, up my sides, across my shoulder until he can grip my face, my battle being lost as he holds me exactly how he wants me.
He loves me without giving me a chance to fight back.
Shane may not have admitted his feelings to me or to himself, but in the way he kisses me, I know what drives his heart.
It’s driving mine, the beats in unison with each other when his hand moves to encircle and take hold of my throat, a threat in the barely restrained tension of his fingers.
He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine, those turbulent ocean eyes of his more alive than I’ve ever seen them.
