Redemption Road (Vicious Cycle #2)(70)

Rev laughed. “Whatever you say.” We then hurried down the veranda steps and around the side of the house.

“Annabel? Annabel, where are you going?” my bodyguard, Bradley, called out after me. He was breathing a little harder, as if he had broken into a run to catch up with us.

“I’m going home.”

Bradley’s blond brows furrowed in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

I smiled at Rev, then glanced back at Bradley. “You are relieved of your duties. Should my parents ask, you can tell them I left willingly with the biker I’m in love with.”

When Bradley started to protest, Rev stepped between us. “Don’t even bother trying to stop us. It won’t end well for you,” he practically growled. A shiver went through me at seeing his protective side again. Even outfitted in a tux, he still harbored the rough, bad-boy-biker side I’d fallen in love with.

I guess Bradley realized Rev wasn’t worth fighting because he held up his hands and backed slowly away. “You know I’ll have to tell your parents immediately,” he said.

“I understand.”

Glancing between me and Rev, he said, “Be careful.”

“Trust me when I say that no one can protect Annabel better than I can,” Rev said.

With a tentative smile, Bradley replied, “I don’t doubt that for a minute.”

Rev took my hand and tugged me forward. When he breezed past the valet, I began to wonder where he had parked. And then I saw a motorcycle down the street. “You rode all the way from Georgia to here?” I asked as my breath hitched and all the excitement I had possessed dissipated.

“I hadn’t been on a long haul in a while. I thought I could use the time to think.” His chewed his bottom lip and he stopped walking. “Fuck. I didn’t even think if you would be okay with it. I mean, I didn’t imagine you wanting to talk to me, least of all wanting to come with me.”

“It’s okay.”

The truth was that I hadn’t been on a motorcycle since that fateful night with Johnny. When I was with Rev in Georgia, I had been around them, but I had never ridden one. I had been too afraid it might trigger some of my old memories.

And I had been right. Although Rev squeezed my hand reassuringly, I fought an inner battle against the heart-racing, chest-heaving anxiety and fear that threatened to overtake me all because of a motorcycle. Searching my mind, I recalled the words my therapist had given me to use when I came in contact with an emotional trigger. You have a choice. You are safe. You are not in danger. You always have a choice.

At what he must have realized was my emotional turmoil, Rev said, “Look. You do not have to get on my bike. I can get us a cab to the hotel.”

I was touched and maybe a little tempted by his offer. But considering that the man I loved was a biker, I knew this was something I had to conquer. “I’ll be fine.”

Always the gentleman, Rev took off his coat jacket and handed it to me. “Are you sure you want to do this? I wish you had at least stopped for a coat. It’s cold now, but it’s going to be hell once we get started.”

“I’m sure I’ll survive.”

Rev handed me his helmet, and I slid it on. I then tried hiking up the hem of my ball gown as best I could. When Rev chuckled, I wagged a finger at him. “I’d love to see you try to maneuver in this thing.”

“If it’s any consolation, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more beautiful than you are in that dress.”

I momentarily stopped fidgeting to look up at him and smile. “Thank you.” Yet again, Rev showed his caring side with just a small compliment to put me at ease.

Once I had gotten the dress up as best I could, I eased onto the seat of the bike. After I was in place, Rev got on. I brought my hands around his waist and snuggled against his back. It felt so good to get to hold him again. I had missed the feel of him over the last few months.

While it had been unseasonably warm for December, it might as well have been subzero given how cold I was once we got started. When we got to the first red light, Rev turned around to see how I was doing. I guess my shivering and teeth chattering told him all he needed to know. “My hotel isn’t far. Hang in there. Okay?”

“I-I’ll t-try,” I stuttered.

Thankfully, it wasn’t too much farther. I was also grateful that Rev had chosen a hotel with rooms inside, rather than a motel like I had been taken to that night with Johnny. When the bike came to a stop, I didn’t want to pry myself away from the small amount of warmth I was getting from Rev.

I whimpered when he got off. After he took my hand, he frowned. “Jesus, Annabel, you’re like a block of ice. Let’s get you inside and warm you up.”

He wasn’t going to get any protests from me. After tucking me to his side, he hurried us into the lobby and onto an elevator. When the elevator dinged on the fifth floor, he dug his key card out of his pants pocket and led me out into the hallway. He unlocked the third door on the right and ushered me inside.

Instead of letting me go, he continued on through the bathroom. After flipping the toilet seat down, he eased me onto it.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you into the shower.” At what must’ve been my skeptical expression, he added, “It’s the fastest way to get you warm.”