Rick let the bloody steel pipe fall onto the concrete and took Lexi's wrist. Not hard. Just firm enough that she followed without thinking.
They walked out of the alley and back toward the street where her Porsche was parked. Rick held out his hand. Lexi dropped the keys into it without a word. He opened the passenger door for her, then slid behind the wheel and pulled into traffic like the last ten minutes had been a mild inconvenience.
Lexi sat rigid in the seat, eyes fixed on his hands on the steering wheel. There was still a faint smear of someone else's blood near one knuckle. Every time he shifted gears her thighs pressed tighter together under the yellow sundress. The fabric between her legs was already damp. She could feel it. She hated that she could feel it. She also could not stop shifting in the seat.
Halfway back to the Peninsula she reached across the console and rested her palm on his thigh.
Rick kept his eyes on the road.
