Convicted (Entangled Ignite) by Dee Tenorio

Author:Dee Tenorio [Tenorio, Dee]
Language: deu
Format: epub
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2014-08-17T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Cade might have missed her if the roar of her motorcycle hadn’t woken him from the light doze he’d been enjoying while parked in the shade of the hillside. That or the alert from the radar gun would have gotten his attention. One hundred ten miles per hour really upset those things.

It only took a second for him to turn the engine and tear off after her, but Trina rode a white and blue Ducati crotch-rocket that ripped up the road like a jet and left him choking on her dust. It was at least three minutes before he even began to catch up.

Swearing, he maneuvered the tight curves of the road. He nearly fishtailed twice and damn near drifted off the side of the cliff. He saw when she finally registered the siren, her head turning briefly in her helmet to look over her shoulder. When she disappeared behind yet another bend of the old highway, he wondered if she would leave him behind or if she would stop to see him.

Mooning like a goddamned teenager…

If it didn’t take all his concentration to control the cruiser, he’d have slapped himself. But he did allow himself a relieved breath when five seconds passed without her coming back into view on the next mountain curve. Five, then ten. Accepting that she must have pulled over to wait for him, he turned off the siren and slowed his speed, taking the last few bends at a less breakneck pace.

He finally found her, leaning against her bike in a turnout. He pulled into the unpaved makeshift cul-de-sac, eyes narrowing at her angry stance. Helmet off, white leather jacket open, arms crossed over her breasts. Those damn tight jeans of hers, denim cupping her the way he wanted to. Even from his seat behind the wheel, he could see the blazing rage in her eyes. Her luscious mouth, usually so inviting, was hardened to a flat line. The real giveaway was the rapidly tapping foot that had her practically vibrating in place while she waited for him to step out.

Just fixin’ for a fight, as his mother used to say.

He took his time opening the door, letting the metal creak slowly into a squeal before falling open of its own volition. It was a pace he kept on his way out of the car, too, watching her eyes narrow as he dragged out the inevitable explosion. He knew exactly when it would come, too. The exact instant the door slammed, the wham echoing off the mountainside around them. It might as well have been a pistol shot.

“What the hell did you think you were doing?” She sprang away from her bike, striding toward him like a hurricane. Both her hands landed on his chest and she shoved hard enough to almost move him. “Still trying to get yourself killed?”

“Me? I’m not the one driving like a maniac.”

“You were all over the fucking road!” She seemed to realize she wasn’t going to move him, but she didn’t give up shoving at his chest.

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