CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
The cab took them to Dax’s storage unit to retrieve his bike. There was no point going to a car rental place or even buying a new vehicle, because she hoped that they wouldn’t be in California for that long.
“We could just go back east,” Ivy said as soon as they got back to Dax’s apartment. “Or we could leave the country entirely and take up residence on a deserted island in the South Pacific.”
“For half a mill, I know a couple of guys who would still manage to find you,” he said as they made their way into the bedroom.
“Do you have a plan?” she asked, leaning on the inside of the bedroom door after it was shut.
“I’ve been thinking about that since we left Mauri’s,” Dax said, sitting on the end of the bed, with his feet far apart, he rested his hands on the bed be
