Christine Feehan - Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides by Dangerous Tides

Author:Dangerous Tides
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Tyson didn't say anything as she climbed on the motorcycle behind him and wrapped her

arms around his waist. His gloved hand rubbed briefly over hers and then he looked straight

ahead.

Libby pressed her face against Tyson's back as the motorcycle roared to life. Her heart

thundered in her ears and she closed her eyes. It was silly to be afraid, especially when he

had promised to go very slow, but she was already regretting her decision. That little

niggling doubt was beginning to edge into her mind, growing stronger and more fearful as

the road sped past the cycle's wheels.

But worse than her nervousness about riding the motorcycle was the way her mind kept

coming back again and again to Sam's hurtful accusations and the realization that he didn't

like her and didn't want her to have anything to do with Ty.

She tried to shrug it off as Joley would have done, with a casual toss of her head. He

doesn't like me? Well, screw him! But Libby wasn't Joley and she couldn't just forget it.

Sam's accusations had hurt. Being disliked hurt.

Oh, for heaven's sake. Why was it so necessary that everyone like her? Yes, she was

mortified and humiliated that Sam thought she was after Ty's money, but while she was

sitting here wallowing in her own pity party, she could feel Tyson's much deeper pain

radiating from him. She felt his pain, the ache in his heart. There was no way to take back

Sam's cutting remarks. She could only do her best to soothe Ty with warm waves of energy

and burrow close in an effort to comfort him. She knew he doubted himself—and her.

With her body pressed up against Ty's, her arms around him and the bike vibrating

between her thighs, she eventually began to relax and allow herself the luxury of enjoying

being alone with him in the night. She took the opportunity to look around her, to see what

he loved so much about riding on a motorcycle.

The sea air felt cool on her face and when she lifted her chin, tears formed in her eyes

from the wind. They were out riding on Highway One, moving through the switchbacks

above the sea. She looked down at the frothing water, amazed at how close the ocean

seemed, dazzled by the way the spray looked like gems thrown into the moonlit sky. The

water frothed and folded over, rushing at the rocks and then receding. The bike sped past

the stretch of rocks and shore near the seal rookery.

Tyson pulled onto one of the many roads that wound up toward the higher bluffs. She

was familiar with the coastline and knew the views were breathtaking from the few

enormous properties in the area. He slowed as they approached an imposing set of six-foot

iron gates. Pulling out a small remote from his pocket, he pointed it and the gates swung

inward and he proceeded down a long drive. Impressive grounds flanked the driveway on

either side, rolling lawns dotted with lush banks of flowers and shrubs, all meticulously

setting off the huge two-story house at the end of the drive. The entire front of the house

was glass.

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