We made it. The clear opening with that view from the cliff I loved so much. The expanse of the night sky opened up, the stars scattered across the black like a million tiny lights. Below us, there was very little light pollution to detract from the gorgeous wide open sky.

This was my favorite spot in the whole world, and she better not ruin it.

I let go of her and stepped closer to the edge–today made me want to jump. I finished off my cigarette and flicked it over the edge, turning my head up to the sky to beg the universe to ease my stress.

I took a deep breath of the cool night air. “It’s peaceful up here.”

She only made a low grunt in response. I supposed she was nervous about being at the cliff’s edge with me–I did think about throwing us over the edge. Her head tilted up to view the sky with me and we sat in silence for a while.

Did she know what my day was like to need to come out here and settle my thoughts?

Not looking forward to going back to the place where my grandfather resided, the urge to jump became stronger. The briefing and report from Reaper weighed heavy on my mind. Something about this betrayal involving a powerful man... I was sure it would become a predicament.

Content with the time I spent in silence, I flipped around with a devious look on my face and grabbed her hand again.

“What now?” she protested.

Saying nothing, I dragged her back to my bike. What I wanted to say was “let’s fuck in the forest,” but she might have jumped of her own volition.

“Let’s get you home, Blondie.” I plopped the helmet on her head and wrapped my jacket around her body. While I wasn’t the most gentlemanly man on the planet, I wasn’t going to let her freeze to death in that skimpy dress after the temperature plummeted over the last couple of hours.

​Chapter 6

Fallon

We pulled into the surprisingly quiet neighborhood at about four thirty in the morning. I hoped Kelly would still be out with her newest boy toy, Shane, so she didn’t catch me walking in from being on the back of a motorcycle with...

“Hey,” Brent whacked my thigh. “Are you sleeping back there?”

“Huh? Yeah. The ride was peaceful.”

“We’re here. Time to go inside,” his tone was short, cold even.

Okay, jerk. “Wait. How did you know where my house is?”

He flicked out his kickstand, got off the bike, and slipped off his helmet. “I literally saw you the other day.”

Fair enough. I pulled the helmet off my head, feeling the brisk air on my face. “Do you live at that house over there, then?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes.”