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What would I do once I had the information I was looking for? For two years, I’d obsessed over the revenge I would take on those who’d hurt Janie. It would be messy, and assholes would die. I looked forward to it.

I unclenched my fists and followed Maria to the door.

“All right. I’ll leave you to move your things in,” she said on her way out. “You have my number. Call if you have any other questions.”

While unloading boxes from the back of the U-Haul, the roar of a loud motorcycle drew my attention, even above the regular city racket. It sounded like a dirt bike, which was strange for the city, but not as strange as the shouts and screams from pedestrians as the bike drew nearer.

I stuck my head out the back of the truck in the direction of the ruckus. A block away, people were scattering from the bike’s path as it tore along the sidewalk. Most folks were watching the situation unfold, but my eyes landed on one who wasn’t. And the bike headed straight for her.

But…damn, she was gorgeous. Not in a glamorous, done-up way. That had never been my type. Pretty sure this natural beauty wasn’t wearing any makeup at all. Long ebony waves pulled back, curves in all the right places, and judging from her black leggings and tank, there was lean muscle definition in those long limbs. She rummaged through a backpack, oblivious to the danger approaching. AirPods in her ears explained her lack of awareness.

Man, I’d been a civilian for too long if my reaction time was delayed so easily by an appealing distraction.

“Hey!” I yelled, hoping to snag her attention so she’d recognize what was going on around her.

She looked up and plucked the AirPods from her ears. Big brown eyes set against pale skin and delicate features scanned the area and widened when they locked on to the approaching bike.

Then she did the strangest thing. She squeezed her lids shut tight, as if wishing herself out of the situation might work.

No one nearby seemed inclined to help her out of the way.

I leaped from the back of the U-Haul. “Watch out,” I called, giving her one last chance to launch into action. She didn’t, and the bike was almost here.

If the damsel in distress needed rescuing, then I guessed this was her lucky day.

It was definitely mine.