Chapter 20

• Sadie hit the back door so hard it rattled the dented metal frame, heat from the neon spilling over her shoulders as she pushed out into the sticky summer dark. Her hair was down — wild and loose from sweat and bar smoke, little strands sticking to the edge of her lip where her lipstick was half gone.
• Beau was two steps behind her — boots thumping the warped floorboards, heart slamming harder than it had back on that mossy boulder when he’d had her pinned and gasping Try me. He didn’t even spare the door a look — just pushed through after her, ready to spit out Wait, Sadie— It wasn’t—
• She didn’t look at him.