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lucky as to never see him again; that was just asking too much of the negligent gods who’d been watching over her life thus far. But she sure as hell hadn’t expected it to be like this . She’d always thought it’d be at a Christmas party, where he’d come in with a beautiful wife and three small children and she’d have to grin and bear it and ask him how the Blue Devil MC life was treating him and then bitch slap him for being an idiot.
    To be honest, she probably would’ve just started with the bitch slapping.
    As he started to cross the mostly empty parking lot, she spotted the Harley. And then peered down Rush’s legs and saw his leather chaps, something he wouldn’t have worn if he’d driven a car to the hospital. And then she realized that he expected her to ride on that thing.
    “Rush,” she said, a warning tone in her voice. “We’re not, by any chance, going towards that…that bike , right?” He winced but kept walking, staring straight ahead as he did so.
    She took that for the answer that it was, and crossed her arms, pulling away from him as she did so. At least this time I don’t have the IV tube to contend with .
    “Timothy David Blackburn,” she said, her voice growing more cantankerous by the moment, his wincing at his real name being used growing apace with her anger. “You’re not honestly expecting me to get onto that…that thing with you, right?” This time, she couldn’t even bring herself to say bike .
    Motorcycles represented everything that tore her and Rush apart after graduation. They were dangerous and reckless and he’d eventually chosen them over her. He’d chosen the Blue Devils over her.
    He’d chosen Lain over her.
    It was the one part of their lives that had never meshed. For the longest time, she’d thought that motorcycles were going to be a phase, just like her daddy had assured her they were. High school boys and motorcycles - two halves to a whole. Of course he was going to love them. But he would love her more, in the end.
    Except, he hadn’t.
    “Hannah Blue Wright,” he said, mimicking her, “you can hate bikes all you want. You can hate the Blue Devils all you want. You can yell at me until you turn blue in the face, once we get to safety. But right here, right now, we’re out in the open, and if a Chupa came around the corner, I’d have no way to protect you. We. Have. Got. To. Go.”
    She gritted her teeth in anger. She wanted down, goddammit. She was going to be fine. She didn’t need Rush. She could at least walk to the motorcycle. He could give her that part of her dignity back. She jabbed him in the stomach with her elbow and with a yelp, his grip on her loosened. She wiggled her way out of his arms, using his surprise to her advantage, and took off walking as quickly as she could towards the dreaded machine.
    A part of her, far, far away and quiet, knew that she was being slightly irrational about the whole thing. She couldn’t blame Rush for the Chupas trying to kill her. He had nothing to do with it. It wasn’t like he stood on that bus next to the asshole who shot her and helped him do it. He’d just saved her life, and she knew she was being an ungrateful bitch at the moment.
    But that part of her was very quiet and oh so far away. The loud, angry, pissed part of her was upfront and yelling. It was hard to hear over that noise.
    “I need you to wake the guys up,” Rush said, startling her. What?! What guys?! She turned back towards him and opened up her mouth to ask him what the hell he was talking about when she realized that he was on the phone. She could hear angry, indecipherable noises coming through, and figured it had to be Lain he was talking to.
    “We’re busting out of here,” Rush said, talking over Lain. “A Chupa tried to kill her a half hour ago. I’ll tell you all about it when we get there. We’ll be there in about two hours.”
    And then hung up while Lain was still talking.
    She could only stare at him,