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and slipped off her gloves. “Are we allowed to be here?”
I shrugged. “It’s after visiting hours.”
“So I should be ready to run to the bike if we see a flashlight?”
I almost laughed. “Bet you can’t say you’ve ever been arrested for trespassing.”
“It’s okay, I know a police detective who could probably help us out.” Her smile revealed that dimple in her cheek that drove me to distraction. I’d never wanted to kiss a woman so badly. Shit, I needed to get a grip. Fast.
“Sasha would help you out, but I’d be left to rot in jail.”
“For trespassing?” She grinned. “Nah, the jails are overcrowded. Maybe they’d send you home with one of those shock collars on your ankle.”
I chuckled before I could stop myself. “You’re making me think this after hours visit to the Mustangs might be a bad idea.”
“You’ve got a great smile. You should use it more often.” She turned and walked to the horses, leaving me behind to remind myself that I was moving to Colorado, she was Jason’s girl, and the big one…
She was dying.
Grounded again, I followed her, stopping at her side. Nadya reached her slender hand through the fence, scratching muzzles and necks. The horses muscled their way closer to get to her. Watching her smile, cooing at the Mustangs, I understood their eagerness. There was something addictive about her.
Her hair flipped over her shoulder as she turned toward me, surrounding me in her scent for a moment. “You’re not going to pet them?”
I held up a gloved hand. “Nah, I have to be ready to drive our getaway car.”
The moonlight sparkled in her eyes. “Good thinking.” Her features softened. “Thanks for bringing me with you tonight. I know you’d rather be alone, but I really appreciate the company.”
“You don’t have to thank me.” I glanced over at my brother’s bike. “I’m pretty sure you could’ve found better company than me anyway.”
She reached over and gave my forearm a squeeze. Even through my jacket, her touch warmed my skin. I turned to find her a step closer, her new friends pressing against the fence to get her attention again.
“Other than that last dig, I actually had a pretty nice time tonight.” She hesitated. “I’m sorry you’re leaving.”
Staring down at her, I wanted to pull her close and taste her lips. But kissing her wouldn’t change her fate, or mine.
I moved away and her fingers slipped free of my leather jacket. Disappointment shone in her eyes for a second, or that might’ve been my wishful thinking. What the hell was wrong with me?
“Looks like the horses want more of your attention.”
She went back to the fence, giving each muzzle affection, her smile returning. I kept my distance. The world was full of assholes, wastes of skin no one would miss. Why did this amazing woman get handed a death sentence?
I’d been asking the same question about Gabe for over six months. Why couldn’t it have been me?
A scuff of boots broke me out of my thoughts. Nadya’s eyes met mine. She’d heard it, too. I’d never been with a woman who shared my heightened senses. I tilted my head toward the Harley. She nodded, following my lead.
A beam of light sliced through the night about a quarter of a mile away, outside the caretaker’s house.
“Time to hit the road,” I whispered.
Nadya jogged behind me. I climbed on the bike, retracting the kickstand while she slid in behind me.
“Stop right there. This is government property. You’re trespassing!”
I glanced over my shoulder. The guy was way too far back to attempt a shot in the dark. He was bluffing.
“You ready?”
Nadya’s arms slid tight around my waist. “Ready.”
I rolled the bike forward with my feet to get on level ground. Once I started the engine, we’d need to gun it. I couldn’t risk losing traction on loose gravel.
“I said stop!” The flashlight beam bobbed behind us. He was running.
“We’re outta here.” The Harley roared to