Page 33 of Into The Rabbit Hole

“Where’d you parkit?”

Again, relevance. “In my ass. What does that have to do withanything?”

“Maybe everything you stupid jock,” Wesley retorted. “Just answer thequestion.”

“The driveway, by the large oak tree with the leaves on it,” Wade threw back. He expected Wesley to say something sarcastic but hedidn’t.

Instead he straightened up and his face brightened. “What kind of bike do youhave?”

“It’s aKawasaki.”

“What model?” Wes looked like he definitely thought ofsomething.

“Z1000.” Wade straightened up. “What have you thoughtof?”

Wesley shook his head. “I can’t say here. It may not be safe.” He glanced about them. “But I have a really goodidea.”

“Really?” Wade dared not hope. He didn’t think he deserved hope but wanted it, wanted it so badly, especially when he looked at his Chloe. He’d give anything to touch her, anything to just hold her and feel her resting against him as if she really was his. “The bike’s in evidence. You’ll have to speak to Detective Fray aboutit.”

Wesley nodded. “I got this, and if my idea works, then I totally havethis.”

Chloe looked over to Wade and smiled. The smile warmed his heart and he hoped like hell that Wesley’s idea did pan out, because he was Wade’s onlyhope.