The breeze kicks up around me too fast when I notice the blue and red lights behind me. Fuck. I didn’t even realize I was going nearly 75 in a 55. When I pull off to the side of the road, I also realize I didn’t bring a goddamn thing with me. No phone. No wallet. I’m fucked.

I kill the motor and hear a familiar voice yelling.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

At least something has gone right today. Rafe walks up behind me. He’s got his usual black pants, black T-shirt combo, and I’m so fucking thankful to see him.

“Ruby called me,” he barks as he steps up beside me. “Said you ran off hours ago and no one could reach you.”

“Did you remind her I’m a grown-ass man?”

“She’s worried, Murph. That’s a normal reaction from people who care about you.”

“Just give me a ticket and kindly fuck off.”

He lets out a sigh, throwing his head back and pacing away from me. Rafe hardly has room to talk. The guy has never been in a relationship, and I’m talking never. I’ve never even seen him with his hands on a woman, and the asshole is always alone, so I really don’t need a pep talk from someone who knows shit about relationships. But I’m not going to say that to him.

“She told me about the will,” he mutters when he steps back up to the bike. I swing my leg around and get up, which I know is common courtesy. If a patrol car drives by and sees him having a heart-to-heart with a guy like me, still on my bike, he’d get endless shit for it.

“Yeah, can’t say I’m surprised,” I snap back, full of bitter snark.

“Me neither. She meant well. You’ll have a business partner. It could be worse,” he rambles on trying to make me feel better.

“Savannah’s leaving town.”

His head snaps up, his eyes boring into my face. “What?”

“We were just fucking, Rafe. It was never serious. And now she’s going to make a grip on that shop. She’s probably already at the bank.”

“You’re being dramatic,” he says, squinting his eyes at me.

“Nope. Hazel could have found a girl that wasn’t on the run from a possessive psychopath, but she didn’t.”

It takes Rafe a moment to process this. “Did you know about this?”

“You think she was going around telling people she had ties to the cartel? Nah. No one knew.”

His interest immediately piques. “Cartel?” If Rafe loves anything, it’s the opportunity to take down someone or something much bigger than him. Cartel. Mafia. Crooked politicians. I suspect it’s all about control with Rafe, but the bigger the fish, the better.