[Noah's POV]

The phantom heat of her body pressed against mine on the bike still lingered on my skin, a ghost of the last few hours of torture disguised as a getaway.

By the time we'd pulled into this shithole motel, every nerve in my body was already frayed, screaming for some kind of release. And then she had to say it.

Adrian.

That name on her lips was like a match thrown into a room full of gasoline.

All the rage I'd managed to suppress at the café, watching her cry into his arms, ...