“I can go with you if you’d like.”
“Yeah, I’d really like that.”
“When do you want to go?”
“Today. There’s no point in me leaving it a couple of days. I’ve got no clot—” She stopped as she heard the sound of a car approaching. Moving to the front door, she had expected to see Pipe and Elena. Instead, she saw Ralf there. He pulled the car to a stop and climbed out. “What are you doing here?”
“Pipe let me know that you were staying at the cabin. He told me you were at the diner, and when you weren’t there, I figured you were here.” Ralf looked at the bike. “How did you get here?”
Knife moved up behind her, cupping her hip. “I rode her here on my bike.”
“You don’t like riding,” Ralf said.
“She didn’t have a problem.”
“What do you want?” Sarah asked.
Both men were glaring at each other.
“Ralf.” She spoke his name to get him to look at her. “What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I was wondering if you’d like me to go with you to get your stuff.”
“How do you even know I’m staying in Sinners’ Corner?”
“You’re staying with Elena, and we both know this is where you’re meant to be.”
Sarah sighed.
“I’ve already agreed to take her.”
Ralf looked at Knife’s bike. “You’re not going to fit all of your stuff on the bike. I’ll come.”
Knife gripped her hip tightly. His touch was making it impossible to think.
Looking up at him, she saw his gaze was on her. “Do you have a car?”
“I don’t. We can both do it. We’ll both help you.”
“Can I go on your bike?” she asked.
Knife licked his lips, and her pussy pulsed, flooding with warmth. Wow, she had never been struck by the simple action of a man licking his lips. “You can go with Ralf, and I’ll ride behind you.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Unless you want to ride on the back of my bike?”
She really did. Glancing over at Ralf, she saw he looked mightily pissed off.
Why should I care? He left me because he needed a break, and I was supposed to what? Wait for him to come back.
“I’d love to go on your bike.” She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes. I’d like to go with you, Knife.”
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“What the fuck are you doing?” Ralf asked.
Knife was down at the car, carrying three boxes, which Ralf was loading into his car. “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”