It burned his nose, coated the back of his throat, and made him want to cough. Gunner rubbed his ribs where Adrian had kicked him, wincing as he took another breath. One was cracked, maybe two. Behind Adrian’s God-awful smell was Claire’s, the sharp scent of her fear almost covering her own rich scent. Not usually given over to grandiose sentiments, it tore Gunner’s heart to realize he’d failed her. He couldn’t protect her for even twenty-four hours. He pulled on jeans and a shirt, thrust his feet into his boots, grabbed the keys for the Harley, then bolted out the door. Halfway down the path, their scents faded and he realized Adrian must have taken a different route to the cabin. By the time he reached the clearing and his bike, he’d gotten the scent of them again, the wind blowing their scent to him from the south. And on the wind he caught the hot scent of a car, gas and oil heavy on the breeze. Now he knew where Adrian and his car were. The bike came to life and he dropped it into gear, the rear tire spitting gravel as he tore up the driveway.
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