My heart stutters as we pull up to the shop. My bike is parked in the back, and I scan the area like maybe she’s here, too.
I jump out of the Jeep and wave Wilde off, then run for the bike. The keys aren’t in the ignition. I search the saddle bag and find them, along with the envelope of money I got from Trey. And a note.
I’m breathing hard as I read it.
And re-read it.
Bring it to my nose to sniff it. I smell her tears. That shouldn’t be possible, but I swear it’s true. Sloane was crying when she wrote this.
She f*****g loves me. Don’t erase my memories of you. I need them.
Everything snaps into place and becomes crystal clear.
She overheard about the memory wipe, so she ran. Who knows, maybe Winslow threatened her when they were alone, too. Yeah, knowing him, he probably did. And
