CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
They rode for less than an hour before pulling off the highway, traversing residential and commercial streets to a storage area. He parked the bike and unlocked a garage while she stood eagerly anticipating what might be inside.
“Are you okay?” he asked, stooped ready to open the door.
Her grin burst. “Yes, Dax, I’m… God, I’ve never felt like this.”
Straightening up, he frowned. “Felt like what?”
“So… exhilarated and high and… it’s like… to finally be free and to be with you—”
“I told you, you’re not free,” he said, backing her up against the outer wall of the storage unit.
“Oh, all that stuff about being your prisoner, it’s just foreplay, tough guy. I want to be with you. I don’t feel like a hostage with you. This is what I wanted all along. I wanted us to be t
