What choice did she have? She clung to his waist as he took the trail as fast as her little beast would move. She’d made love to a drug dealer. A killer. The more she thought about it, she realized he may be considered a bad man, but he’d never hurt her. Some men were products of their upbringing, or situation, not necessarily enjoying the havoc they caused in other people’s lives. She knew he’d never intentionally hurt her, felt it in the deepest depths of her soul, and she hoped he’d meant what he’d said about wanting to enjoy his life and change his ways. He may not look like he belonged out here, but she sensed he felt peace in her neck of the woods. A man like him needed that. He needed someone to love him. To show him there was good in the world. And she wasn’t fool enough to pass up an opportunity to be with a strong man who could protect her, and, maybe, some day, love her. Before they reached the clearing to her homestead behind a hill and thick stand of pines, Gabe pulled off to the side of the trail and shut off the engine.
