Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 105813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Suck it up, Kaci. You knew the risks.
I climbed on the Hayabusa and followed the plan.
Twenty minutes later, I parked the bike beside the Gulfstream private jet and removed the helmet, the shriek of the nearby jet engine ringing my ears. Walking toward the stairs of the aircraft, I stared numbly across the vast parking light and searched the inky horizon for Logan.
I’d maintained the speed limit. Shouldn’t he be here already? My insides coiled into a ball of jittery nerves. What if he’d been shot? Killed?
Collin stepped out of the cabin and sprinted down the stairs. His arms came around me, his lips pressing against the top of my head. “He’ll be here.”
I nodded, my boots rooted to the asphalt, my arms clinging to his dependable strength. “How are you doing with all this?”
He kissed my forehead. “I’m ready for it to be over.”
My anxiety, my emotions, the lingering adrenaline, all of it bubbled up in a sudden outpour of words. “I’m sorry for keeping so many things from you. God, I’m so sorry for not warming to Seth.” I blew out a breath, my fingers curling into his jacket. “I was so jealous of your relationship, but I think… I now realize that maybe Seth came along at the right time.”
He stared down at me, his dark brows pulling together.
“You had Seth, and”—I shrugged—“that forced me to find what I was looking for.” I scanned the dark depth of the parking lot, my fingers shaking and my wound-up heart banging for a sign of Logan.
Collin held me against his chest and attempted to distract my thoughts by detailing his plans for our parents, the company, Seth, and the billions he now had in an offshore bank account. His enthusiasm held me upright, his steadfast love kept me from falling apart as the minutes passed. Too many minutes.
I wasn’t sure how long we stood there, but when a pair of headlights emerged in the distance, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move.
The car sped toward us, some kind of cheap model hatchback, and stopped beside the Gulfstream.
Logan climbed out, and the air whooshed from my lungs. His body was still gloved in black leather, his helmet gone. His hair stuck up, messy and tousled, and his grin erased the painful distance between us. He made it.
Collin’s arms fell away as Logan strode toward me with purpose and speed. He didn’t limp, didn’t favor any part of his body.
“You didn’t get hit? No injuries? Bullet wounds? Blood—”
“Kaci.” He laughed. “I’m fine.” He picked me up, an arm under my back, the other beneath my knees, and buried his warm mouth in my neck. “But I kind of left a path of destruction. We need to go.”
Then we were moving, up the stairs and into the cabin, with Collin trailing.
I combed my fingers through his hair. “Benny?”
“Safe.” He set me on a long couch in the eight-passenger jet, knelt at my feet, and buckled my seatbelt. “We’ll hear from her in a couple weeks. She has a few things to wrap up.”
I slipped my hands behind his strong neck and gripped his shoulders. “She’s shutting down the underground racing network, isn’t she?”
He cupped my face, his touch as soft as his eyes. “And disposing a limo and sixteen motorcycles, among other things.”
I leaned my forehead against his. “No more Evader. Your fans will be so disappointed.”
Not that I would ever regret stealing him away and keeping him all to myself. He was mine, and that notion was no longer a fantasy. It was as real as my smile, as powerful as the breaths we shared.
“I’ve found a better race,” he murmured against my lips. “Something more important to fight for.” He kissed me, his tongue caressing the seam of my mouth. “A sexier prize to win.”
He shifted closer, his chest resting against mine and his hips settling between my legs. I loved how his body pulled toward me so easily, the same instinctual way I gravitated toward him, as if this was the way it was meant to be. Nothing between us.
I kissed his bottom lip. “What are you fighting for now, Logan Flynt?”
He trailed kisses over my jaw, down my neck, and pressed his lips against the breast of my leather jacket, directly over my heart. “Your happiness.”
All I wanted was him, just like this, his honesty, his fire, his love. “You already fought for my happiness.” I lowered my face to the top of his head, inhaling his masculine scent, his soft hair tickling my nose. “You earned my forgiveness. Everything I have to give is yours.”
He looked up, and the intensity of his smile and the fierceness in his eyes warmed every molecule in my body. “When I wake tomorrow, I’ll fight for it again. And the day after. And the day after that. Every day, Kaci.” He captured my mouth, hard and determined, and pulled back. “Every day, I’ll fight for you.”