Chapters (33)
- Copyright Notice
- Author’s Note
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- About the Author
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Sebastian immediately crossed the room to kneel beside her. “Of course not. But I couldn’t stand to have him hurt you. This Gabriel or anyone. You’ve always deserved more from life than you’ve gotten.” Years of aggravation had him clutching her shoulders. “First your parents, then Rhodes. I couldn’t stand watching you fall apart again. You’ve worked too hard.”
Erin clasped the strong, wiry wrists and leaned close to kiss him lightly. “I’m stronger than I was then. I’ve gotten used to being content. Occasionally, I’m even happy. Gabriel, when I let him, makes me happy.”
“Then why were you crying all over me like a baby?” The question was teasing. Sebastian was not. “I’m the closest thing you’ve got to a brother, Erin. If I have to break his legs, I’ll do it.” And enjoy it, he thought grimly.
Erin’s smile fell. “I don’t know if he despises me now. I told him I killed a man. I abandoned the body and didn’t call the police. I must repulse him.”
“Did you ask?”
“Well, no.” Sometimes she hated the way he cut to the heart of things. “There really wasn’t time.”
“It’s only nine o’clock. Seems like there’s plenty of time to me.” Sebastian nimbly gained his feet and hauled her up beside him. It occurred to him that Gabriel Moss needed to understand Erin wasn’t alone. She had friends already, ones who wouldn’t put up with another tear from her wide eyes. Besides, Sebastian hadn’t been in a good fight in a while. The prospect cheered him, and he draped an arm around Erin. “Let’s go and meet your friend, shall we?”
Slightly dubious, Erin allowed herself to be led out of the apartment and down the stairs. Outside, a gleaming chrome and black motorcycle was parked near the corner. Sebastian strode toward it, but she hung back. He felt her hesitation and tugged at her hands.
“Come on, Erin,” he cajoled. “Live a little.”
“Why don’t we wait for a nice, safe, enclosed taxicab?” If her voice whined, she didn’t care.
“I forgot you were such a wimp.” The childhood dare had its desired effect. Erin stomped over to the monstrosity and swung her leg over the seat. Sebastian sat in front and passed her a helmet. He strapped his in place and kick-started the beast. “Hang on!” he yelled. In seconds, they peeled away from the curb.
Erin shouted directions to him and held on for dear life. Sultry wind whipped past her cheeks. Honeysuckle and heat filled her senses. She reveled in the freedom and cautiously opened her eyes to watch their progress.