Just before she stepped off the sidewalk to cross an alley, the roar of a motorcycle sounded. But paying little heed to it, she kept on moving, that was until the vehicle came in to her peripheral vision. It roared forward and stopped right in front of her. Taking her gaze from the front tire blocking her route, she saw that Brodie was the rider, and this encounter was no accident.
“Baby, you’re a natural,” he said with a lopsided smile that made her want to slap him.
Finding that her anger had not entirely receded, she growled. “Get your bike out of my way.”
Either he ignored her mood or he didn’t care, because he carried on without addressing it. “The guys are heading back. We have a debrief. It’s time to go home.”
“I am going home, back to my apartment,” she said and tried to back o
