She wanted to hear it come from his own lips, to watch his eyes when he gave it to her. Because not only was she burning from rejection, she was flat-out scared. Things weren’t adding up right. She needed to try to make sense of it all, to put her mind at ease.She flicked her wrist, opened the throttle, fed speed and life into her engine. She bent low, headed for the coast road that would lead her to town, to Jozsef’s penthouse.In her mirror she caught sight of a dun-colored car behind her, matching her speed. An edge caught in her throat. Skye barely hesitated at the intersection, cutting sharply in front of a logging truck. The driver swerved, blew his horn at her stupidity. She fed her bike more gas, accelerated. The brown car tucked in behind the truck.She went faster, put distance between the car, the truck and herself. She watched the tail of road grow like string spooling out behind her. Sea air pummeled her face.And she smiled.It was only with speed that she felt free. Truly free.
