Need for Speed (The Elite, #2)

by Brooke Blaine

“If you ever scare me again like that again, I will hunt you down and fucking kill you myself. You got it, lieutenant?”

shift in my seat. “I see a man I wasn’t looking for. A man I didn’t even know was there, until right now. And Solo?” “Yeah?” “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be than sitting with him in this car right now, holding his hand.”

“Like you said, I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than sitting in this

car, sharing this meal, with a man I never knew I was looking for until today.”

“Hmm, but worried for me, huh?” Panther waggled his brows and then unbuckled his belt. “All signs that point to caring.”

“The only thing I would regret tomorrow morning was if I woke up and you weren’t there.”

To me, he’d never looked stronger. He looked like a man who had faced death head-on and come out on the other side alive, and that strength and power made me want to fall to my fucking knees for him.