Hard Rain (Rogue, #1)

by Irma Venter

Of course there is a bar. The middle of nowhere always has a watering hole.

But most of all it’s her eyes that hold my attention. She blinks slowly, deliberately, as if she’s taking photos and storing them. As if it’s important to remember everything.

I know better than to be afraid on her behalf. Ranna is who she is, and expecting her to change would be pointless.

“Is everything always black or white with you?” “There’s very little in between. And what there is is man-made.” “That’s where you’re wrong, Alex. There’s an entire universe in between. A fucking abyss. And one day someone is going to push you off the cliff.”

So do me a favor: forget this honor thing where men supposedly have each other’s backs. I’m not that guy.”

“Alex. If something is good—if you know it’s good—it can sometimes be enough to push you in the right direction. To get yourself sobered up to start over. That’s what you are to me—a good thing. A reason to move. Like a law of physics.”