Cruz:
Knox barely got his boots on the ground before I was peeling out of the lot.
"Go get some rest, brother!" he called after me, but I wasn’t listening. Couldn’t. My head was already halfway home, my heart pounding faster than my engine.
The bike roared beneath me, tires eating up pavement like it owed me something. The wind slapped my face, cold and sharp, but I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t.
Not when all I could think about was her.
Avery.
Her pale face when I left. The way her eyes shimmered like she was holding back tears she didn’t want me to see. The kiss she gave me—soft, like a prayer. Like a goodbye.
Fuck. No. I wasn’t letting that kiss stand as the last thing between us. I wasn’t walking into that house like a man who made it back from another job.
I was flying home to
