The man’s been tracking her.”
“So you think this man is in Stevens?”
“Call it a gut instinct.”
Just then the door to the clubhouse opened and Abbott rushed
through, hurrying up to stand by his side. She had a wild, terrified
look in her eyes that he didn’t like at all.
“Was it your personal email or was it sent generically to the
department’s inbox?” she asked without greeting either of them.
The sheriff scratched his beard. “Are you Abbott Carney?”
“I am,” she confirmed. “I’m sorry, Sheriff, but where was the
email sent?”
“Now that you mention it, it was sent to my personal email,
which is odd because I don’t give out that information.”
“That’s because you’ve been hacked,” she said grimly.
“I’ll admit I’m not very computer savvy, but I do know about
firewalls,” the Sheriff said skeptically. “The department has one.”
“Firewalls don’t mean anything to Billy,” she said. “I think
he’s been tracking me through my computer. It’s the only thing I can
think of.”
“Miss Carney, if that’s true, there are proper channels you can
go through for protection—”
Abbott wrapped her arms around herself and shook her head.
“I’m afraid not, Sheriff, but thanks for the concern. As you can see,
I’m fine, and I’m here at my own free will.”
Sheriff McCoy looked like he wanted to argue more, but she
turned her face away. He sighed and tipped his hat. “I’m sorry to
bother you, Miss Carney. Have a nice day, Wick.”
He turned and left their doorway. Wick watched as the sheriff
got into his cruiser, waved, and drove away. When he looked down at
Abbott, she was frantically staring around the outside perimeter.
“What’s the matter?”
“He’s here,” she whispered. “I can feel him breathing down
my neck. Watching me. I have to go. I have to—”
Wick grabbed hold of her shoulders, cutting off her rambling
panic. “You don’t have to do anything but get on my bike so we can
go for a ride.”
“But he’s out there, right now!”
“And you don’t have to fight this alone anymore, Abbott. I’m
right here.” He held out his hand.
****
He held out his hand and for a moment, she simply stared at it.
If she took hold of it, she was condemning him to a future where Billy
could and would torment him. Sending the sheriff would be just the
beginning of a nightmare for the Forgotten Rebels, and she was
positive the club had secrets Wick wouldn’t want to get out.
“Do you know what you’re taking on?” she asked.
“All I know is that I can’t and won’t ever live without you
again,” he said.
“You don’t even know me. Not this version of Abbott
Carney.”
He gave her a tender smile and brushed some hair off her
forehead. “Time changes the outside shell, but not what’s in the heart.
Everything that really matters is in there.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. How could he be so damn
charming at a time when her world was cracking apart again? Against
everything inside screaming at her to run, Abbott slipped her hand
into his, holding tight.
Wick smiled, bent to kiss her lightly on the lips. “Let’s go for
a ride. Clear our heads.”
“Okay,” she murmured. Now that she had surrendered to the
love in her heart, she’d follow him to the moon and back.
He led her to a bike. In the bright sunshine she had to admire
the black leather and polished chrome. The Forgotten Rebels MC logo
was airbrushed on the fender. He handed her a helmet and she put it
on, adjusting the straps. He got on the motorcycle and started it up.
The engine roared, causing little sparks to ignite through her body.
She slipped on behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
He patted her hands and then off they went, soaring out of the
compound and onto the road.
It was a perfect day for a ride through the countryside. The sun
dominated the cerulean sky, while cotton ball clouds cast
“So you think this man is in Stevens?”
“Call it a gut instinct.”
Just then the door to the clubhouse opened and Abbott rushed
through, hurrying up to stand by his side. She had a wild, terrified
look in her eyes that he didn’t like at all.
“Was it your personal email or was it sent generically to the
department’s inbox?” she asked without greeting either of them.
The sheriff scratched his beard. “Are you Abbott Carney?”
“I am,” she confirmed. “I’m sorry, Sheriff, but where was the
email sent?”
“Now that you mention it, it was sent to my personal email,
which is odd because I don’t give out that information.”
“That’s because you’ve been hacked,” she said grimly.
“I’ll admit I’m not very computer savvy, but I do know about
firewalls,” the Sheriff said skeptically. “The department has one.”
“Firewalls don’t mean anything to Billy,” she said. “I think
he’s been tracking me through my computer. It’s the only thing I can
think of.”
“Miss Carney, if that’s true, there are proper channels you can
go through for protection—”
Abbott wrapped her arms around herself and shook her head.
“I’m afraid not, Sheriff, but thanks for the concern. As you can see,
I’m fine, and I’m here at my own free will.”
Sheriff McCoy looked like he wanted to argue more, but she
turned her face away. He sighed and tipped his hat. “I’m sorry to
bother you, Miss Carney. Have a nice day, Wick.”
He turned and left their doorway. Wick watched as the sheriff
got into his cruiser, waved, and drove away. When he looked down at
Abbott, she was frantically staring around the outside perimeter.
“What’s the matter?”
“He’s here,” she whispered. “I can feel him breathing down
my neck. Watching me. I have to go. I have to—”
Wick grabbed hold of her shoulders, cutting off her rambling
panic. “You don’t have to do anything but get on my bike so we can
go for a ride.”
“But he’s out there, right now!”
“And you don’t have to fight this alone anymore, Abbott. I’m
right here.” He held out his hand.
****
He held out his hand and for a moment, she simply stared at it.
If she took hold of it, she was condemning him to a future where Billy
could and would torment him. Sending the sheriff would be just the
beginning of a nightmare for the Forgotten Rebels, and she was
positive the club had secrets Wick wouldn’t want to get out.
“Do you know what you’re taking on?” she asked.
“All I know is that I can’t and won’t ever live without you
again,” he said.
“You don’t even know me. Not this version of Abbott
Carney.”
He gave her a tender smile and brushed some hair off her
forehead. “Time changes the outside shell, but not what’s in the heart.
Everything that really matters is in there.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. How could he be so damn
charming at a time when her world was cracking apart again? Against
everything inside screaming at her to run, Abbott slipped her hand
into his, holding tight.
Wick smiled, bent to kiss her lightly on the lips. “Let’s go for
a ride. Clear our heads.”
“Okay,” she murmured. Now that she had surrendered to the
love in her heart, she’d follow him to the moon and back.
He led her to a bike. In the bright sunshine she had to admire
the black leather and polished chrome. The Forgotten Rebels MC logo
was airbrushed on the fender. He handed her a helmet and she put it
on, adjusting the straps. He got on the motorcycle and started it up.
The engine roared, causing little sparks to ignite through her body.
She slipped on behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
He patted her hands and then off they went, soaring out of the
compound and onto the road.
It was a perfect day for a ride through the countryside. The sun
dominated the cerulean sky, while cotton ball clouds cast
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