He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t like the idea of being left alone at the tree, standing around helpless. He bent and pulled up his pants. Riding was going to be miserable. His ass would be sore. He’d feel the fucking every step of the way.
He ducked his head to hide his smile. Running away had been worth it.
Besides, he could escape just as easily from the U.S. Marshals in Sacramento anyway.6
As soon as they reached Sacramento, Thomas felt torn. He knew he should turn Leon in, but that meant he’d have to lose the warm pressure of Leon’s chest against his back. That meant never seeing Leon again. That meant going back on his promise to give Leon a decent meal, and though he knew he didn’t owe Leon shit, he also knew he wasn’t the sort of man to go back on his word. But he wasn’t even sure what his word meant when Leon was sporting vibrant bruises on his throat, neck, and jaw, and could barely sit on the back of Max without wincing.