What in the hell was he mixed up in? What was she now mixed up in? Deanna couldn’t help but wonder if trusting him was a mistake. Now that she was once more behind him on his motorcycle, zipping through traffic, she worried that he’d gotten her involved in something she wanted no part of.
It wasn’t until they pulled into the lot and Chris killed the engine that she realized he’d taken her to her place, not his.
“Let’s go up and talk.” His voice was different over the headset. She got off the bike and wondered as she fumbled with the straps on the helmet if he was going to dump her. Her stomach clenched. Her arms felt as though they were made of lead as she pushed the helmet off her head and handed it to him. The back of her throat ached as she turned for her apartment.
Inside, he took a
