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patched.
    I must’ve hit my head when I twisted my ankle earlier.
    Reb bobbed and weaved through the club’s parking lot, then shot through the gap of the open gate. I clutched at his waist frantically to hold on. The mix of fear and adrenaline had my pulse pounding in my ears.
    Zag’s bike echoed in a growl behind us as we sped toward the freeway. The wind whipped against my face while Reb didn’t even slow for stop signs. Less than a minute later he opened up the throttle as we sped down the freeway to the south end of town and into the night. My arms tightened around his trim waist and I let out a squeal.
    Clearly there was something seriously wrong with me—at least judging by the huge smile on my face. Given all that had happened tonight I should’ve been upset. Instead I was giggling like a manic and having crazy, sexy thoughts about what I’d like to do on his motorcycle later when it was just me and him.
    Insane.
    Still, I couldn’t stop my hands as we cruised down the freeway. The whole time, my hands roved over his six-pack abs and his Adonis belt in some vague attempt to hold on. Really, if I was honest with myself, I was just feeling him up. I’d never been with a man who was so ripped he had that firm V under his abs. It wouldn’t take much more investigating to discover if he was hard
all over.
But I resisted. Barely.
    I know I should’ve been pissed—his high-handedness had left me no escape—but there was something insanely exciting about feeling a man’s hips between my thighs as his motorcycle vibrated under me. Plus it really didn’t hurt that Reb was hot. His body did that attractive wedge thing with his broad shoulders and small waist. He was hard all over—at least judging from the way his stomach felt under my hands. And then he had that badass vibe down pat. It was an irrefutably hot package.
    On the south end of town, the business district turned into shopping malls and suburbia, then the large sprawling McMansions faded into pastures with cattle.
    We pulled off the freeway at the last exit and blew through the stop sign at the end of the off-ramp. Granted, out here in the boonies and at this time of night it would be easy to see if traffic was coming, but the chances he took made my hands grip him tighter.
    All too soon we pulled up to a rambling ranch house with a wraparound porch.
    It was my dream house. When I was little and we were moving from apartment to trailer park to couch surfing with friends, I would dream about the kind of house I would live in when I was an adult.
    There was something particularly galling about the fact that Reb lived here.
    I was an upstanding citizen. Worked a respectable job as a school librarian and a summer job at a bookstore to make ends meet. I’d toed the line my entire life, and I was still barely scraping by. I was living in an apartment and driving a crap car because I was up to my eyeballs in student loans. I’d just had to have that damn master’s degree. Hell, I was still paying for my bachelor’s degree. Hence the crap home and car.
    But Reb lived here. In
my
dream house.
    Shaking my head at the unfairness of it all, I swung off the bike, then stood there staring up at my dream house. Dammit, he even had the front porch swing that I’d wanted. I bit back the impulse to say something about crime paying. I’d already seen him angry once tonight, and I really didn’t want to do anything that would bring that Reb back to the surface.
    I turned back to the bike, but Reb wasn’t on it any longer. Instead he was right in front of me—so close that I had to tip my head back to be able to look into his face. I opened my mouth to apologize for invading his space, but I froze once I saw his expression. He stared smugly down at me and lifted one eyebrow imperiously.
    And suddenly I was reminded of what I had done on our ride out here—my hands all over his body, caressing his muscles, wondering about the parts I couldn’t feel. And meanwhile