The rain fell relentlessly, muting the world around them. The only sounds were the rhythm of the hoofbeats and her breath, shallow and labored.

Tommy stood there, arms crossed and watching her. He wasn't fooled by her composure. He knew her too well, he learned from all these years how to understand her.

His gaze roamed over her face, taking in the way rainwater clung to her eyelashes, the way her chest rose and fell with her labored breath. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, the rain making her skin slick.

"Tell me where you’re going," he demanded again, his gravelly voice cutting through the rain.