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again, and Ruby closed her ears.
Joseph had parked his Harley just out of view, behind the grove of the trees that grew near the fence next to the outdoor pool, which had been shuttered for the winter.
"Hey!" she whispered as he grabbed her handbag, opened it, and began pawing through. She winced as she watched him set his eyes on the Beretta. He looked up and actually smiled at her. She got a good look at his eyes. Amber flecked with gold, even a little green. He reached up to touch his hair, almost nervously, then stuck the gun in the waistband of his skinny dark jeans.
"I'm going to have to borrow this, too." He grabbed her smartphone out of the side pocket.
"My phone? What is this, a kidnapping?"
"Relax. You can have it back once we get far enough out of town so that I can keep an eye on you." Ruby glowered at him, then opened her mouth to speak before he interrupted her. "No, I didn't bring any duct tape if that was going to be your next question."
They kept low as they crept down the hill leading to the center compound of the complex, hoping the man in the house wouldn't be startled by their silhouettes.
He hopped up onto the bike in one quick, almost effortless leap. She just stood there, watching him. "Well?"
"Isn't he going to hear us pull out?"
"Yeah, but he won't be following. Not right away, at least."
"What did you do?" she asked, suspicion in her voice.
He ducked his head. "Slashed his tires."
"You--" She stopped, hands on hips, eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of this strange person who had come into her life ten minutes ago but was suddenly in control of every single move she made. "What are you, twelve?"
"Shh. Come on." He reached absentmindedly for her arm, and the feel of his leather glove through her thin sweater startled her. She jerked away as if he'd rubbed a burning ember on her skin. "Don't touch me. Ever."
He bent his head and laughed, and his longish hair swung down over his eyes. "I hate to break it to you, but that's kind of a requirement if you’re going to ride with me."
He reached down a hand to help her up. She refused it as quickly as if it had been crawling with insects. She braced her hands on the seat instead, saying a quick prayer to spare herself the humiliation of not making it up. She vaulted up athletically, spreading her legs and settling herself down in the saddle, the fabric of her skinny jeans insulating her skin from the thick leather. If he was impressed, he kept it to himself. She reached out her hands gingerly, a whisper, around the outside of his jacket
"Come on, baby, a little tighter," he said, and she though his face was half turned away, she could glimpse the infuriating smile on his face. "Let's cuddle."
"Oh, please," she protested in disgust. "You're enjoying this."
"Maybe a little. Seriously, though, if you don't hold on tighter, I promise you won't like the results." She hated herself for jumping a bit as he kicked the engine into gear, as it startled her into complying. She couldn't let him see any weakness; he had to believe that she wouldn't hesitate to shoot him if she could get hold of the gun, which she noted he had placed in the Harley's right saddlebag. She knew it was either wrap her arms around his waist, or go flying off the motorcycle the minute he pulled onto the freeway.
"I hate you," she muttered, but she couldn't hear his response as the bike shuddered and took her away. The warm tenseness of his torso under the leather was the only indication he had heard.
CHAPTER TEN
He thought he’d be able to handle knowing she was back there, but his whole body felt like a strand of hair pulled taut, ready to snap. The golden landscape of the San Joaquin Valley spread out before him, slowly turning to purple with the fading sun, nothing holding back the gathering starlight, finally free of the garish artificial lights of the city. He
Joseph had parked his Harley just out of view, behind the grove of the trees that grew near the fence next to the outdoor pool, which had been shuttered for the winter.
"Hey!" she whispered as he grabbed her handbag, opened it, and began pawing through. She winced as she watched him set his eyes on the Beretta. He looked up and actually smiled at her. She got a good look at his eyes. Amber flecked with gold, even a little green. He reached up to touch his hair, almost nervously, then stuck the gun in the waistband of his skinny dark jeans.
"I'm going to have to borrow this, too." He grabbed her smartphone out of the side pocket.
"My phone? What is this, a kidnapping?"
"Relax. You can have it back once we get far enough out of town so that I can keep an eye on you." Ruby glowered at him, then opened her mouth to speak before he interrupted her. "No, I didn't bring any duct tape if that was going to be your next question."
They kept low as they crept down the hill leading to the center compound of the complex, hoping the man in the house wouldn't be startled by their silhouettes.
He hopped up onto the bike in one quick, almost effortless leap. She just stood there, watching him. "Well?"
"Isn't he going to hear us pull out?"
"Yeah, but he won't be following. Not right away, at least."
"What did you do?" she asked, suspicion in her voice.
He ducked his head. "Slashed his tires."
"You--" She stopped, hands on hips, eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of this strange person who had come into her life ten minutes ago but was suddenly in control of every single move she made. "What are you, twelve?"
"Shh. Come on." He reached absentmindedly for her arm, and the feel of his leather glove through her thin sweater startled her. She jerked away as if he'd rubbed a burning ember on her skin. "Don't touch me. Ever."
He bent his head and laughed, and his longish hair swung down over his eyes. "I hate to break it to you, but that's kind of a requirement if you’re going to ride with me."
He reached down a hand to help her up. She refused it as quickly as if it had been crawling with insects. She braced her hands on the seat instead, saying a quick prayer to spare herself the humiliation of not making it up. She vaulted up athletically, spreading her legs and settling herself down in the saddle, the fabric of her skinny jeans insulating her skin from the thick leather. If he was impressed, he kept it to himself. She reached out her hands gingerly, a whisper, around the outside of his jacket
"Come on, baby, a little tighter," he said, and she though his face was half turned away, she could glimpse the infuriating smile on his face. "Let's cuddle."
"Oh, please," she protested in disgust. "You're enjoying this."
"Maybe a little. Seriously, though, if you don't hold on tighter, I promise you won't like the results." She hated herself for jumping a bit as he kicked the engine into gear, as it startled her into complying. She couldn't let him see any weakness; he had to believe that she wouldn't hesitate to shoot him if she could get hold of the gun, which she noted he had placed in the Harley's right saddlebag. She knew it was either wrap her arms around his waist, or go flying off the motorcycle the minute he pulled onto the freeway.
"I hate you," she muttered, but she couldn't hear his response as the bike shuddered and took her away. The warm tenseness of his torso under the leather was the only indication he had heard.
CHAPTER TEN
He thought he’d be able to handle knowing she was back there, but his whole body felt like a strand of hair pulled taut, ready to snap. The golden landscape of the San Joaquin Valley spread out before him, slowly turning to purple with the fading sun, nothing holding back the gathering starlight, finally free of the garish artificial lights of the city. He
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