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wide-eyed. She’d never once, ever, in her entire life, imagined that Rush was even capable of hanging up on Lain. What the hell happened in the 13 years that I was gone?
    As they reached the motorcycle, she could only be grateful that her dad had thought to bring her clothes to the hospital in preparation of her release. At least she wouldn’t have to ride a motorcycle in a hospital gown, all of her…parts flapping in the wind for all the world to see.
    “I’m sorry, Blue, my helmet won’t fit over your bandage,” he said regretfully, gesturing to her head with said helmet in hand. She hesitated for a moment and then realized he was right. Only a helmet made for a giant would be big enough to fit over the bandage on her head.
    “Fine, just try not to kill us, will ya?” she said drily.
    As she watched him put his helmet on, she admitted to herself that he hadn’t expected to have to rush her out of the hospital at four in the morning - it wasn’t like he’d driven the Harley to the hospital just to piss her off. She could quit being so bitchy…for the moment. She’d be pissed off later. He’d promised her the chance to chew his ass out thoroughly. She’d be angry then.
    “Well now, you just take all the fun out of it,” he said and grinned at her. She couldn’t help but smile back.
    She swung onto the bike behind him but pulled back in surprise when he reached into his waistband at the small of his back and pulled out a fucking cannon. Okay, slightly smaller than a cannon, but not by much. She let out a yelp but he ignored it and pulled forward slowly.
    She placed her hands on his hips, attempting to stay as far away from him as possible without actually falling off. Who the hell carries a gun with them to the hospital?? Who is this man and what did he do with my Rush?! They drove slowly out of the parking lot, but as they passed an even larger motorcycle with super tall handlebars that stuck out abnormally from the bike, Rush calmly raised his gun and shot out the tires. The sound was a deafening roar that made her ears ring and her eyes widen in shock. Rush then calmly slid the gun into a leather pocket up by the handlebars.
    He’s so calm about shooting that cannon. Why is he calm about shooting a small cannon? What the fuck happened since I’ve been gone? She scooted even further away from him, balancing precariously on the back of the bike. She didn’t know who the hell this Rush guy was - he looked an awful lot like her boyfriend from high school but he was acting like someone else. Like a gang member or a thug or…something.
    They pulled up to a stop sign at the edge of the hospital parking lot, and Rush called back to her over his shoulder, “You’re gonna need to hold on better than that. Tuck your head against my back and close your eyes.” He waited until she’d reluctantly slid her arms fully around his waist and snuggled up against his thighs with hers before he turned right out of the parking lot and headed for home.
    Home. When did I start thinking of Copper Lode as ‘home’ again?
    As the bike picked up speed and her hair began to whip around her face as they rode, she closed her eyes and the scene popped into her mind instantly, unbidden.
    “It’s too fucking hot out here. Let’s go up into the mountains.” Lain’s voice cut through the flirting Rush and her had been silently engaged in and Hannah mentally cursed him. Lain, oblivious as ever - such a guy - had no idea they’d even been doing anything but innocently sitting there. Hannah sometimes wondered if Lain would notice a fireworks display; he certainly seemed to be missing the ones she and Rush had been putting on.
    “I have a friend - Tina, do you guys remember her? - I bet she’d like to go with us.” Hannah kept herself from rolling her eyes, but only just barely. Rush bit back his own laughter. Lain didn’t have Flavor of the Week - he had Flavor of the Hour. Sometimes Flavor of the Half Hour. Someday, some