He’d driven at lightning speed and never once slowed up until pulling into the secluded drive to his cabin. After cruising around back, he parked the bike. Her body still felt shaky from the entire ordeal as she eased off the passenger seat. Their lives seemed to be one fast run after another lately. Heavy dew had fallen overnight and lingered on the grass, glistening in the early morning light. Trip slid off his bike and took her hands in his. Worry filled his eyes as his inspecting gaze swept over her. “I’m sorry you got dragged into this.” He caressed the rope burns at her wrists. “I could say the same.” She stared up at him. “He grabbed me because of what I did not because of you.” “But you almost became a hostage. I’m sorry.” “Why did you lie to me?” Taking her hand, he led her along the short dirt path to his cabin. They went inside and sat on a small sofa. His fingers floated up and down her arms as he faced her. “At the risk of sounding trite, I did it to protect you.
