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wait to get off the thing. As I grew more and more tired, I leaned forward, resting my cheek against Nick’s leather jacket.
    We rode on into the night, and I started to shiver. Despite the heat during the day, the desert night was cool, and with the wind chill factor from sitting on the back of the bike in just a skimpy dress, I was absolutely freezing.
    The monotonous rumble of the engine was lulling me to sleep, and every now and again, I’d jerk awake, gripping tightly to Nick’s jacket. I was emotionally exhausted.
    We were on a straight section of road, where it seemed as if we could see for miles when Nick slowed the bike and then stopped at the side of the dusty road.
    The bikes had been traveling in convoy with Chad at the rear, so Chad pulled up beside him and yelled over the roar of his engine, “Why are you stopping?”
    Nick climbed off the bike and I did the same, taking the opportunity to stretch my legs.
    He nodded at me. “She’s cold.” He began to shrug off his jacket, then flinched.
    Chad grunted. “You better catch us up quickly,” he said and fired up the bike, traveling off after the others.
    It wasn’t long until the roar of their engines became distant and Nick and I were standing there alone in the middle of the desert. There were so many things I wanted to ask him. I really wanted to trust him and believe he was on my side.
    I had to choose my words carefully. If I wanted him to help me out of this mess, I had to be at my most persuasive.
    I chewed on a thumb nail and then looked at him, but rather than asking my questions, I just stared at him.
    He had removed his jacket and underneath I could see a distinct stain of blood on his shirt.
    I walked up and tugged on the arm of his T-shirt. There was a makeshift bandage wrapped around his shoulder. He inhaled sharply as I touched him, and then took a step back, pulling his T-shirt back down.
    “What happened to you?”
    “It’s nothing.”
    “It doesn’t look like nothing to me, Nick. You need to get to a hospital.”
    “We don’t have time for a hospital.”
    “I’m serious.” I may have only studied a year of medicine so far, but I knew enough to know that Nick’s injury looked bad.
    “Who bandaged it for you? Was it sterile? It could get infected.”
    Nick stared at me for a moment then smiled and shook his head. “We have just taken you across Nevada against your wishes, and you want me to believe that you’re concerned for my health?”
    Of course I was concerned. I wasn’t stupid. If I could persuade any of them to let me go, it would be Nick.
    “Fine,” I said, irritably. “Let it get infected. See if I care.”
    He held up the jacket, and I folded my arms across my chest and shook my head. “I don’t want it.”
    “You’re shivering, Ella.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “Just take it.”
    Reluctantly I took the jacket, which was surprisingly heavy, and draped it over my shoulders. It was too big for me but at least it was warm.
    “You know, you really should go to a hospital and get your shoulder seen to as soon as possible.”
    I climbed on the bike behind Nick and wrapped my arms around him. Through the thin material of his T-shirt, I could feel the outline of his taut muscles beneath my hands. I was shocked at the thoughts that shot through my mind as I pressed myself up against him.  
    What was the matter with me? I was being held hostage, and yet I was having fantasies about one of my captors.
    “There’s a doctor at the place were heading to,” Nick said. “He’ll sort me out.” And without waiting for a response, he turned on the engine and the noise drowned out any reply I could have given.  
    It was another hour before we reached our destination. As Nick pulled up outside, I frowned. It didn’t look like any medical centre I’d ever seen.
    Neon flashing lights shone above the sprawling shack, and rows of bikes were lined up outside. Men with tattoos and scantily clad women stood outside, and I could