saw that the warehouse was nearly pitch-dark. A tiny rustling came from the curtains. The scrape of the rings against metal piping. Soft footsteps crept toward the bed. My throat went tight with fear.
I held my breath and clenched my fists. Iâd be ready if someone attacked me.
Instead, all I heard was the crinkling of plastic and something small dropped onto the bed beside me. Then the footsteps started walking away.
I opened my eyes a little wider, straining against the darkness. There was only enough light for me to see Brooksâ back. After he pulled the curtain shut behind him, I turned over to see what heâd left on the bed.
It was a candy bar. Milk chocolate with caramel.
Chapter Fourteen
I couldnât help feeling awkward the next morning. Brooks didnât know that I saw him leave the chocolate bar, but I still couldnât meet his eye. He seemed happy to ignore me from his armchair, too.
âWeâll take the bikes into town,â Lu said as she sat on the vomit green couch.
My head snapped up. âWeâre going back into town? Why?â
Lu and Jackson exchanged a glance. âWe need more information on the armyâs sweeps.â
âI thought youâd found out everything you needed to know. The cameras are why the militaryâs been more active. Thatâs why they caught me.â
âThatâs not all we need to know,â Lu said as if that closed the matter.
âAnd I have to go with you.â
âYes,â Jackson said.
Lonnie stood from where heâd been sitting on the floor and stretched. âYouâll love the bikes, Janie. Theyâre so much fun!â
For some reason, when they said bikes I thought bicycles. Not the case. When we walked outside, I saw what theyâd meant by
bikes.
Four slim motorcycles with tires made for off-roading were leaning against the raised concrete platform that surrounded the warehouse.
âDirt bikes,â Lonnie said brightly.
âGreat.â
Hang on. I counted the bikes again. Four. âWho am I riding with?â I turned to face Lonnie with a hopeful expression. âYou?â
He cringed. âSorry, Janie. I can barely keep
myself
on a bike, much less anyone else.â
Brooks strode to one of the bikes, a navy blue one, and our eyes met. I blinked and was transported to two days before, in my truck. Breathing him in, with his lips on my skin.
I think he was there with me.
He broke the stare with a smile. âHop on, sweetheart.â
âUm, no.â
âYou could ride with Jackson.â
Jackson revved his engine on cue.
No thank you. Heâd probably crash the bike hoping itâd kill me. I clenched the straps of my ever-present backpack and walked up beside Brooks.
âWhat are you waiting for?â he asked.
âIâm not sure... you know... how to get on.â My face was probably fire hydrant red. But there wasnât much room on the bike and if I was going to ride with him, then Iâd have to get up close â
really
close â and personal.
I raised my eyes to his. In the sunlight, his white-blond hair seemed to glow and his eyes turned gold. âSwing your leg over,â he said, âand straddle the bike.â
Sweet Jesus. How did he make that sound so suggestive? Maybe I could get through it with minimal contact. I tugged the hem of my butchered t-shirt down, shuffled closer, and swung my leg over like he told me, but I was trying so hard not to touch him I lost my balance. Brooksâ hand on my rib steadied me. His touch sent an electric shock through me, making my breath catch.
âWrap your arms around my waist,â he said. âAnd donât let go.â He turned around before I had the chance to look at his face.
I slid my arms around his waist. The bike was so small that I had to lean my cheek against his shoulder blade. It was impossible not to feel the muscles of his abdomen through his shirtâs thin
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