“I’m so sorry, Art. For leaving you.”
Tears trickled down my cheeks as I hugged him harder. My arms ached, my heart burst, but I couldn’t get close enough.
His arms landed over mine, squeezing back. Letting me go, he yanked his helmet off and spun to face me. “You remembered?”
“Our first kiss?”
“What I said to you that night.”
I nodded, my eyes dropping to his mouth. “You said you wanted everything from me.”
“And did you give me everything?”
I said softly, “There was nothing to give. You owned it all already.”
His lips smashed against mine, his tongue spearing into my mouth, transporting me back to our very first kiss.
His lips were warm and tasted of blueberry bubblegum.
The moment his mouth met mine, I knew.
I knew why I’d been born and what my future had mapped for me.
I would marry him.
I would be by his side until death did us part.
His hands went to my face, holding me in place as the strangest sensation of his wet, delicious tongue coaxed my lips to open.
They did.
And I shuddered in his arms.
There was nothing awkward about our kiss. Nothing experimental or uncertain. We knew each other so well, we’d mastered our souls—it was only fitting we mastered our first kiss, too.
Art pulled away, breathing hard. “Are you remembering more? Being here?”
I frowned. “I remember that evening vividly. I remember the seesaw and the tree across the park where you pushed me up against and kissed me harder than you’d ever kissed me before. But I don’t remember how we got there, where we were going, or where I lived.” I shook my head, my fingers tapping my temple. “It’s all there, just… filed in the wrong places.”
His eyes darkened. “I hope the next place I show you will bring back everything. If it doesn’t, then I don’t really know what will.” Giving me a nervous smile, he added, “Don’t worry. Regardless of old memories, we’re together now and I plan on making a lifetime of new ones.”
Before I could reply, he kissed me tenderly, then spun back around. Placing his helmet back on, he eased the bike into motion, quickly catching up with Mo and Grasshopper, who had gone ahead, obviously to give us some privacy.
I wished I’d asked where we were going. What did he hope would jog my memory? The more we drove these streets, the more comfort and nervousness descended. I knew this place as surely as I knew Art when I first saw him, but memories were shrouded in mist.
The afternoon sunshine had turned from a golden glow to a russet haze as time inched onward, bathing the township in new beginnings.
My inner thighs ached and my ass was flat by the time Grasshopper and Mo slowed and turned their bikes into a pretty yellow-and-white diner.
I clutched Arthur’s midriff, anticipating a corner, but he only waved and increased his speed. We shot past, leaving them in our dusty wake.
Why are we going on alone?
I didn’t have to wait long to ask. Arthur drove through suburbia to the other end of town, then cut the engine and rolled to a stop in a bushy alcove off a deserted road.
Kicking the stand down, he clambered off the bike, before grabbing me and helping my jelly legs to unwrap from around his trusty machine.
“We’re here,” he said, ripping off his helmet, and shoving a hand through his slightly sweaty hair. He came closer, eyes full of anticipation. His fingers went around my chin to undo my helmet.
My skin sparked beneath his touch; I swayed closer.
His lips tilted into a half smile, showing off the sharpness of his strong jaw and the sexy mess of long strands falling over his forehead. Pulling the helmet free, he whispered, “Even after a two-hour ride, you’re still fucking stunning.”
I smiled as he kissed me softly. “I’m glad you think so, seeing as I have no way of making myself presentable.” Looking around the vacant road, I asked, “Where exactly did you bring me?”
His eyes lost their emerald glow, switching to a flat green. “Somewhere I swore I’d never go back to. The place of my fucking nightmares.”
My stomach clenched at his tone.
Burn, baby girl. Burn.
I swallowed hard. “Then why bring me here?” I peered into the bushes as anxiety settled heavily in my gut.
Danger. Run.
I shouldn’t be here.
He massaged the back of his neck. “Because it might remind you enough that everything else comes back. I need to know what happened. Then I can tell you what I plan to do.”
“Who you plan to hurt for revenge, you mean?”
He bared his teeth, the need for vengeance bright in his gaze. “Who I mean to kill—not hurt.”
“You can’t be serious.”
He froze, animosity settling like fog around him. “I’m deadly serious. If you knew what they did, you wouldn’t be so quick to judge.”
“Tell me, then, so I can make up my own mind.” My heart raced. “You can’t keep talking like that. What did they do? Who are they? Just tell me their names. Tell me what you did to land in prison. Tell me how you got out so soon, even when slapped with a life sentence.”
His mouth fell open. “How do you know about that?”
I crossed my arms. “Grasshopper told me.”
“What the fuck?” He threw his hands up. “That damn dick. Can’t keep his nose out of my business.”
My temper flared. “You’re forgetting that you meant to sell me. He didn’t think I’d ever see you again. He told me certain things so I could go to someone new without wondering if I ever stood a chance with you.” My voice trailed off remembering what else he’d said. “He told me how you took women—how he could tell I meant nothing to you by the way you treated me.”