Page 134 of Tormented

He glances up at me, a tight-lipped smile in place. “For once, yeah, I think you are.” Fingers sighs and slaps his hands on his thighs. “Keys?”

I point to the Harley and the eyeball keychain.

He nods once and steps away, throwing an awkward leg over the seat. I close my eyes, relishing the sound of the engine as he starts the bike up and lets it idle a while before easing out into the street and leaving with a wave.

Abbey watches from her position in the front seat of the truck, Grace tucked in under her arm.

Why do I get the feeling this is going to be a significant moment for you and me . . .?

I don’t really know, but all I can say is that I feel it too. Maybe it’s the mild chill in the night air, or perhaps it’s the small smile on Abbey’s lips. Fuck, it’s probably just her, but something about this moment, right here, right now, screams that life as I know it is about to be irrevocably shaken up and laid down in a whole new pattern.

Ah, fuck . . . .