Free Summit at Sunset (Sunset Vampire Series, Book 3) by Jaz Primo

seeing another bike in the estate garage, merely Katrina’s and Caleb’s vehicles. She instinctively increased the speed of their cycle, concentrating her attention on putting more distance between them and their mysterious follower.
    Caleb’s heart caught in his throat as he heard the engine revving into a higher gear and felt their velocity increase.
    “Oh shit!” he barked and concentrated on keeping his stomach in check.
    “Hold on, tiger!” Paige shouted, uncertain if he would be able to understand her.
    She expertly maneuvered their cycle around slight curves, while concentrating both on their balance and the topology of the road. In a split second, she observed a sign on the corner of a gravel road they passed in order to mark their current location and immediately noted another small sign indicating that a scenic turnout was coming up.
    Their cycle continued up a sharp incline as the turnout loomed ever closer. Her eyes darted to the side mirror, and she quickly estimated that a greater distance had formed between them and their pursuer.
    Paige wheeled the cycle sharply to the left and into the shallow parking area that was bordered by metal railing. The bike skidded to a halt as she killed the engine, and Caleb practically rolled himself off the back seat while yanking the helmet off his head.
    He staggered slightly off-balance, cursing. “Dammit, Paige! What the hell are you trying to do, get us both killed?!”
    But she ignored him for the moment and stared off to their left towards the small entrance through which they had just passed. As she deftly removed her helmet, she heard the faint sound of another motorcycle engine gearing down and then idling in the distance. She perched her helmet on one the handlebars and focused on Caleb.
    He loosely held his helmet in one hand while staring back at her incredulously. His eyes were wide with a mix of excitement, fear, and angst.
    “Well?” he demanded in a strained voice as he steadied his still-queasy stomach. “What’s your friggin’ problem? Is this ‘scare the crap out of Caleb night,’ or something?”
    “Oh, stop being so dramatic,” she admonished with annoyance and turned her attention back towards the turnout entrance.
    “Dramatic?” he irritably countered.
    “Shhh,” she insisted with a quick wave of her arm.
    She moved in a blur, only to reappear at the side of the county road to stare into the distance.
    Just
w
ho the hell is following us?
she wondered.
    He fell silent as he watched her obvious distraction at something further up the road. He thought they had come from that direction, but it was quite dark, and he actually had no idea where they were.
    He inspected his surroundings. He didn’t think he had ever been there before, and he stared across the cliff-like view into the fog beyond the metal railing before him. The mist parted slightly in places, and he speculated that the few fuzzy orbs of light in the distance might be from some local town.
    Caleb moved closer to the railing and tried to see into the darkness below. It seemed they must be some height up, though he couldn’t see the bottom of the drop-off. Then he started with surprise as Paige reappeared to his right and firmly grasped his upper arm with an iron-like grip. She pulled him back away from the railing in a steady manner.
    “It’s a nasty drop, kiddo,” she quietly warned. “Let’s get you back over here away from the edge, okay? You’re kind of accident-prone.”
    He rolled his eyes, but retreated back in the direction of the cycle. She released his arm and pulled her cell phone out with a fluid motion. He started to ask her something, but she began speaking.
    “Red? We’re at a turnout off the Russell-Brasstown scenic route,” she said in a quiet voice. “Pretty sure that we’ve got a visitor. I’m headed back with our boy. Meet me en route?”
    Our boy?
he wondered.
Just who came up with that little nickname?
    She snapped the phone shut and neatly