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her head over her chest. “No,” she whispered. “But I don’t want you hurt. I want you safe.”
“Will you feel safe if I leave you now?” he challenged.
Lauren choked back a sob and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. “No,” she said. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Sounds like a fucking ringing endorsement,” Blake said. “Get up here.”
Blake lifted her into his arms and pressed her body to his bike. Sitting behind her, he reached past her for the handlebars and kissed her tense neck.
“Blake, I—”
“Spin the story however you have to,” he said. “I’ll play along. And I’ll be with you for the ride.”
Lauren tried to pull away from him when he kept her close, his lips at her ear as he whispered softly. “I’ve lost you too many times to count,” he said. “Not again. Let me come with you.”
Struck by the slight question in his voice, Lauren felt as if she couldn’t let him go. Not when he was so close and wanting to keep closer. Would this really work? Could she see her mother again and still feel his hand in hers?
“Blake…”
He kept quiet as he stroked her face and brought his lips to hers. Lingering in his tender kiss, she parted from him wanting more, but his eyes didn’t move from hers, his hold around her fingers intensified.
“You… you really want to try to do this with me?” she asked.
“I’m not scared, Lauren. You don’t have to be either.”
She rested her head against his shoulder and stayed silent as he raced deeper into the morning, the wind sweeping over them as he drove faster. Every few seconds, Lauren’s eyes darted across the sands, her body shuddering at the thought that Wayne and his boys could be on them at any second. No sight of them, and Blake held her tighter as he sped away from the desert and neared a sleepy hamlet just starting to wake from its slumber. After so much time hidden in among the sands, she should take some comfort at a return to normalcy, but his was no longer the life that she knew, a life that she barely remembered. As they neared a hole in the wall that served as the town’s police, Lauren grabbed his arms and shook her head against his chest.
“You should let me off here,” she said. “Go back and get the others away.”
“Not a chance.”
Kissing her quickly, Blake brought his bike to a stop and eased her feet to the ground. Trying to steady her stance, Blake pushed her closer and brushed the strands of hair from her face.
“I’m coming in with you,” he said. “No way am I thinking about running now.”
She smiled and into his chest and let him caress her neck. “You gonna stay where I can keep an eye on you?” she asked.
“That’s the idea,” he said. “Let’s go.”
Pulling the door open, Lauren and Blake stepped into a wooden walled room littered with billboards covered in sketches and photos of the most wanted and the missing. Lauren saw her own image, her graduation photo, Drew at her side. Turning away from the image, she gripped Blake’s arm tighter and approached the main desk.
The woman barely glanced up from her head of frizzy blonde locks and her word jumble. “What can I do for you?”
Looking to Blake for reassurance, Lauren saw him give her a quick nod and kissed her temple.
“I’m here,” he promised. “You can do it.”
Steeling her body for the struggle ahead, Lauren pressed her palms back to the desk. Slapping the game away from the woman’s hands, she gave her no choice but to look into her eyes and took a deep breath.
“My name is Lauren Nichols,” she started. “And I… think that someone’s looking for me.”
The woman dropped her pencil as Blake stepped closer to her side. As he held her, the blonde pushed a button and called for reinforcements.
“Sheriff Kyle? Officer Abbott? There’s someone here that I think you’ll want to
“Will you feel safe if I leave you now?” he challenged.
Lauren choked back a sob and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. “No,” she said. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Sounds like a fucking ringing endorsement,” Blake said. “Get up here.”
Blake lifted her into his arms and pressed her body to his bike. Sitting behind her, he reached past her for the handlebars and kissed her tense neck.
“Blake, I—”
“Spin the story however you have to,” he said. “I’ll play along. And I’ll be with you for the ride.”
Lauren tried to pull away from him when he kept her close, his lips at her ear as he whispered softly. “I’ve lost you too many times to count,” he said. “Not again. Let me come with you.”
Struck by the slight question in his voice, Lauren felt as if she couldn’t let him go. Not when he was so close and wanting to keep closer. Would this really work? Could she see her mother again and still feel his hand in hers?
“Blake…”
He kept quiet as he stroked her face and brought his lips to hers. Lingering in his tender kiss, she parted from him wanting more, but his eyes didn’t move from hers, his hold around her fingers intensified.
“You… you really want to try to do this with me?” she asked.
“I’m not scared, Lauren. You don’t have to be either.”
She rested her head against his shoulder and stayed silent as he raced deeper into the morning, the wind sweeping over them as he drove faster. Every few seconds, Lauren’s eyes darted across the sands, her body shuddering at the thought that Wayne and his boys could be on them at any second. No sight of them, and Blake held her tighter as he sped away from the desert and neared a sleepy hamlet just starting to wake from its slumber. After so much time hidden in among the sands, she should take some comfort at a return to normalcy, but his was no longer the life that she knew, a life that she barely remembered. As they neared a hole in the wall that served as the town’s police, Lauren grabbed his arms and shook her head against his chest.
“You should let me off here,” she said. “Go back and get the others away.”
“Not a chance.”
Kissing her quickly, Blake brought his bike to a stop and eased her feet to the ground. Trying to steady her stance, Blake pushed her closer and brushed the strands of hair from her face.
“I’m coming in with you,” he said. “No way am I thinking about running now.”
She smiled and into his chest and let him caress her neck. “You gonna stay where I can keep an eye on you?” she asked.
“That’s the idea,” he said. “Let’s go.”
Pulling the door open, Lauren and Blake stepped into a wooden walled room littered with billboards covered in sketches and photos of the most wanted and the missing. Lauren saw her own image, her graduation photo, Drew at her side. Turning away from the image, she gripped Blake’s arm tighter and approached the main desk.
The woman barely glanced up from her head of frizzy blonde locks and her word jumble. “What can I do for you?”
Looking to Blake for reassurance, Lauren saw him give her a quick nod and kissed her temple.
“I’m here,” he promised. “You can do it.”
Steeling her body for the struggle ahead, Lauren pressed her palms back to the desk. Slapping the game away from the woman’s hands, she gave her no choice but to look into her eyes and took a deep breath.
“My name is Lauren Nichols,” she started. “And I… think that someone’s looking for me.”
The woman dropped her pencil as Blake stepped closer to her side. As he held her, the blonde pushed a button and called for reinforcements.
“Sheriff Kyle? Officer Abbott? There’s someone here that I think you’ll want to
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