Claimed by the Ruthless Biker
"We’re bonded by blood and gasoline, remember? You can drag a thousand nurses across the country, but you’ll always come back to the desert. You’ll always come back to what’s real."
I cleared my throat, the sound sharp in the quiet morning. Both of them turned. Ruan’s expression immediately shifted from a cold mask to something like guilt—a flicker so fast I almost missed it. Jade, on the other hand, looked at me with a smirk that was as hot as the sun above us.
"The kitten has claws," Jade purred, dropping her hand from Ruan’s chest. "Or maybe she’s just hungry. It must be exhausting, trying to keep up with a man who lives at eighty miles per hour."