Entirely possible.
Yet she reached for his shoulders and swung her leg over the bike behind him. If she had to, she’d shoot him. Well, if she could get her gun free before he was on her. Hand-to-hand, she could usually hold her own. With this guy? Maybe.
The rumble of power between her thighs sent tingles directly up and under her skin to her chest.
“Hold on.” Kell grabbed her hands and drew them around his waist. “Tight.”
She leaned into him, her hands clasped.
He angled the bike down the driveway and opened the throttle.
The wind whipped against them, fresh and pure, and she snuggled her cheek into his back, allowing him to shield her. As he made the first turn, she softened against him, holding tight, letting him direct their weight.
A rumble echoed through him in response, and a tension she could feel surrounded them. Her breath sped up, and her heart thumped.
He took them through back roads and through wild forest, all on asphalt and smooth. The air cooled, and the scent of pine soon competed with the scent of male.
Even on alert, even partially breathless, her body relaxed from the sheer enjoyment of flying free.
Finally, Kell turned down a barely there entrance between two trees, still asphalted, and meandered next to a bubbling spring to a log cabin sporting a huge front porch.
He cut the engine.
The energy still tingled through her legs, and she took a moment to settle. Then, grasping his arms for balance, she swung off the bike and handed him the helmet.
He hooked the helmet on a bar and followed her, his movements graceful and relaxed.
A bird chirped high up while the stream rushed along, faster than earlier.
She glanced around. “Where are we?”
“It’s our cabin. I come here when I wanna get out of the city.” He grinned. “You’re safe here. I’m sure your phone has GPS. If I hold you hostage, your garda compatriots will be breaking down my door in no time.” He clomped those big boots up the three stairs and nudged open the door.
“Wasn’t locked?” Lex asked.
Kellach shrugged. “Who’s going to break into my place?”
Good point. Really good point.
She followed him inside and gasped at the luxurious yet rustic furnishings of the living room with a massive fireplace and well-appointed kitchen. Two closed doors took up a wall, probably a bedroom and a bathroom. Nothing beat the exquisite view of the river and surrounding mountains. Finally, she turned toward him, hands on hips. “Just who the hell are you, Kellach Dunne?”
He closed the door just as thunder rumbled high above. “Just a bloke with exceptional timing. We don’t want to get caught in what’s coming.”
As if on cue, lightning illuminated the entire world. Fat drops of water rained down.
Kell crossed the living area and leaned down to start a fire.
She moved closer to the window as the sky darkened and the river reflected the storm. “Aren’t we in Grizzly territory?”
“Aye. I rent the place from Bear, actually.” Kellach turned and dusted off his hands, a small grin playing on his face. “Don’t tell anybody.”
She aimed for a shot in the dark. “Does Bear also work for Interpol?”
“Neither of us work for Interpol.” Kell eyed the gathering storm outside. “For the record, Bear doesn’t work for anybody. What you see is pretty much what you get.”
“Why don’t I believe you?” she asked slowly.
Kell shrugged. “You’re suspicious, I gather.” Thunder cracked again, and he frowned. “I need to put the bike on the porch, darlin’. Feel free to make yourself at home.” He brushed her arm as he passed. A gentle touch—natural. As if they were together, and he had every right to touch.
She stepped away and waited until he’d closed the door before eyeing the rooms. It had been a long ride, and she definitely could make use of the facilities. Pushing open the door on the right, she grinned. Yep. Very nice bathroom with a sunken tub. Another door set in the far wall—probably storage. She hadn’t seen much throughout the cabin.
Her heart kicked it up a notch. Okay. She knew why she’d agreed to the ride, and so did Kell. Yeah, she wanted to interview him, but finishing what they’d started the previous night consumed her thoughts. “Please don’t be a bad guy,” she whispered, washing her hands.
No towels. She smiled. Even as put together as Kellach seemed to be, he was still a bachelor.
Glancing around, she shrugged. Two steps had her at the other door, and she nudged it open.
Holy fucking shit.
A small table sat in the middle. A myriad of weapons, green and different from any she’d ever seen, took up much of the shelves that lined all three walls of the storage room. She’d bet her ass they threw fire.
Three vials of amber colored liquid perched on the top eastern shelf. Apollo? Had to be.