Flame (Ruin Outlaws MC #4) by Amy Isan Page B

the desert, round the corner and blaze right past our hiding spot. I sigh heavily and taste dirt in the air. I look over at Cassie, and her gaze is frozen and fixed on the curve where the border patrol vehicles just disappeared from view.

CHAPTER 6 — CASSIE
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    "I can't believe that shit just happened," I say to Logan. I look at him after feeling his eyes on me and I reach out for him. He clenches my uninjured hand and pulls me close until our bodies are touching, hot with adrenaline and sweat. He kisses me all over and I embrace his shoulders, his arms sweaty and cool from his cold sweat. I'm sure I'm drenched too, but I can't even feel it with his lips on my skin. I want to tear his clothes off right there, while I still have my nerves and hot blood pumping through my body. I rake my fingers across his arm and try and undo his jacket, but he grunts and resists.
    "Not now," he says. I frown and try to change his mind, digging my leg against his crotch and feeling for his bulge. Without a doubt, it's there, digging right back into my leg. I give him a devilish grin and he smiles back. "You're crazy, getting aroused from this. They'll realize we took a side path soon, we have to get moving again," he says. He clutches my hand and kisses it. "As much as I'd love to fuck you right here in this sage, we have to get to safety first."
    He pulls his kickstand down on his bike, with the bike still laying in the dirt. Logan walks to the side with the seat. He picks it up and lifts it to the stand, letting it settle before moving again. He climbs on board and beckons me to join him, and I stare past him into the desert. "Where are we going?"
    "I don't know, but we can't stay this close to the road."
    I climb behind him and wrap my arms around him. He starts the bike up again and it sounds even more ragged than normal. He curses under his breath and I don't bother asking. It can't be a good sign and I don't know anything about motorcycles. "At least it still runs," I offer.
    He smiles at me and we ride up over the hill and down the other side, pulling us even further away from the main road. I don't know any landmarks out here, even if it was the daytime. Thinking of it now, I'm hoping Logan has some kind of plan for us before daybreak. Without water or food... we won't last very long in the heat. Especially if his bike is breaking down.
    I can't be thinking like this right now. If I grow cynical, I'll only drag Logan down with me.
    "Logan," I say. "What now?"
    He doesn't answer and I don't push. The sirens wail behind us, the border patrol finally catching on that we tricked them. They seem so far away, even though we're not even moving that fast anymore. The road seems more like a trail, and who knows how far it goes before just ending.
    The sirens fade away, leaving nothing but us and the droning of his motorcycle on the dirt path. I guess they gave up. I grip Logan tight and hope he feels my heart. That he knows that I won't let anything happen to him, as much as within my power.
    I still can't stop thinking about the range. About shooting that man in the back. I didn't even know his name. We just left them all there. Even Damian. Everything is so fucked up.
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    We keep riding down the trail. Logan keeps on pushing forward, even though I just can't stop thinking about sailing off a cliff face in the darkness. I get a vague feeling we're still moving north, still heading toward Phoenix. I don't know what we'll do when we get back. The Skeletons are surely still out for us, and if what was said about Surge is true... who knows what he's planning.
    Logan hasn't spoken since we started riding again. No matter how much prodding or stroking I give him, he won't answer me. I can't pick up what he's thinking. Whenever I try to peer over his shoulder and look at his face, he's stone-faced. His facial hair is getting longer, making him look even more hardened. Dirt is patchy on his face from the sliding turn, and