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bed.
    Liam groaned again and struggled to pull himself upright. “It isn’t fair that you wake up like that,” he complained, gesturing in my direction.
    I laughed and hopped out of bed to get ready for the day. I was a morning person by force of habit. My parents would never allow me to sleep in, so I was used to waking up at the crack of dawn and getting straight to work on whatever tasks I had for the day. In addition, my smooth, straight hair and the fact that I rarely wore any makeup meant I didn’t wake up with wild hair or raccoon eyes. It was one of the few perks of being a low maintenance girl.
    Liam grumbled but finally pushed aside the blankets and stumbled out of bed. I rummaged through my bag until I found a suitable outfit of jeans and a fitted lilac t-shirt for the day’s ride. I wasn’t sure how long we would be on the road, but I figured I might as well get comfortable.
    I quickly changed in the bathroom and pulled my long hair into a quick braid down my back to keep it from flying wild in the wind as it had the day before. By the time I had washed up and exited the somewhat grimy little bathroom, Liam had already changed into his jeans and a clean white t-shirt and had his bag packed and ready to go.
    I rushed to throw everything in my bag, but couldn’t stop myself from sneaking a few peeks at Liam as he waited by the door. The white shirt made the tan of his skin stand out more starkly, which helped accentuate the gorgeous blue shade of his eyes. He was almost too perfect. The swirl of black tattoos down his strong, bulging arms added a perfect air of danger and mystery. I felt a tingling in my core and had to look away. It was too damn easy to get distracted by him.
    “I’m ready,” I finally announced, swinging my bag over my shoulder.
    We checked out quickly and followed the same highway as the day before for a few hours. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, my stomach began to rumble. Liam must have felt the same pangs, because only a few moments later, we pulled over at a highway rest stop to grab some food. While I waited in line to order us some greasy burgers and French fries, Liam went outside to make a call. He returned as I was carrying our tray over to one of the food court style tables.
    “I was able to get in touch with some friends of mine,” he said as he slid into the seat across from me. Reading my face, he quickly added, “They are friends from a city just a few hours from here. They aren’t part of the old gang. I met them on my recent travels and they would like to meet up later tonight. Would you like that?”
    I nodded thoughtfully, twisting a limp greasy French fry in my fingers. Now that I had absconded from Mercy River, Liam was really the only friend I had left. Grace would always be my friend, but she was way off on the east coast and it would be good to meet some new people. Anyone who was a friend of Liam’s was sure to be interesting.
    “That would be great,” I agreed.
    We rode out again as soon as we finished our meal. The bike rumbled underneath us as we zoomed down the long, flat highway that stretched through middle America. There was a certain beauty to the flat, dusty countryside. This was my new home, I realized. On a bike, on the road, hugging Liam’s muscular back. Everywhere and nowhere. It was terrifying and liberating.
    Just as the sun was starting to fade into a cool, evening breeze, we pulled up to a motel at the edge of the next small city. I looked ahead at the tall buildings, taking in the glowing orange sunset over the tall skyline.
    “We are going to meet them at a bar a few blocks over,” Liam explained as we put our bags down in the room that was nearly identical to the one we had stayed in the night before.
    I quickly washed up and changed into my favorite baby blue sundress. It was covered in a layer of blue lace and fitted tightly at my waist, flaring out in an A-line and stopping just at my knees. It was the kind of dress that