DEVLIN

That sounds like an invitation to hell. The kind of hell I shouldn’t like but want to revel in now. I climb out of the car after her.

She’s abducted me.

I’ll just call it that. She’s abducted me. Cut the bike, cut me racing and yelling that they open the gates when I realize she’s gone. Cut me driving at 100 miles per hour to catch up with that car, knowing I’d never see her again if I let it go.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” she says, swaying her hips on every step. ...