—SINNER’S TRIBE MOTORCYCLE REPAIR MANUAL “Evie!” Zane bolted from the Sinner SUV and crossed the lawn to Evie. Ripping the suitcase from her hand, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. Relief flooded him, becoming a shuddery ache as she melted into his body. She was okay. His Evie was alive. Even when he’d received the text from Tank, he hadn’t believed it. He had to see her for himself. Hold her. Assure himself it wasn’t all a dream. “Zane, I can’t breathe.” She pushed gently at his shoulders and he loosened his hold, but he couldn’t let her go. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m okay.” He tried to release her. But no. His arms weren’t cooperating. He wanted her here against his chest, feeling her heartbeat forever. “Baby, you’ve got to let me go.” Baby. She’d started using that term of endearment her last year of high school, when Zane would meet her after work, dirty from a day hauling lumber and framing buildings, when he looked nothing like a baby and more like the kind of man who shouldn’t be spending time with a girl like her.
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