It was easier to think clearly now that they weren’t hurtling through traffic, with her in fear for her life every second. Also, as much as it galled her to admit that Connor was right about anything, she did feel safer and marginally more comfortable riding behind him than she had sprawled across the front of his seat. Apart from the bumps in the narrow road, which seemed to wind endlessly up the side of a small mountain, the worst part of the ride was having to sit with her chest pressed against his back and her arms wrapped around his waist. It wasn’t a matter of choice, since there was simply no other way to hold on. At least his leather jacket made for a reasonably sturdy barrier between her chest and his broad back. True, it wasn’t the solid granite wall she would have preferred between them, but it was far preferable to the situation in front. He’d unzipped his jacket before they started out, letting it fly open in the breeze so that her palms were separated from his midsection by only the wash-softened cotton T-shirt he wore underneath.
