54. I won't be interrogated

REBECCA

We took a long ride up and down the mountain. The wind in my hair, arms around his waist, I stared at the scenery with a refreshing feeling in my chest. I suddenly felt like a bird let out of a cage and I wanted to fly.

He was one mean biker with a strong grip and large hands that I couldn't stop staring at.

He wanted to get to know me? Everything about me was a mess at the moment. There was nothing intriguing except the troubles I was in, but of course, he would find that interesting, he was a detective after all.

Crime was his forte and what did I have behind me? A case that needed solving, maybe, and an old man to get off my back.

He drove down to a different part of town that I had never been to before, luckily Oliver hasn't too so he would never think to find me here. Theo pulled over at a small coffee shop and when I got down from the bike, my legs wobbled.

He grabbed my wrist quickly to hold me steady, "Easy there. Are you good now?"

"I think so," I looked around