shoved the keys into the ignition. Throwing the gear shift in
the general direction of drive, his heart nearly burst from his
chest when his truck rolled backward into the parking stall behind
him instead of easing forward out of the lot. The sound of grinding
metal was followed by a loud crash and a woman’s scream.
Chapter 2
“ Oh snot.”
Horror washed over Roman when he twisted
around to find a woman standing just inches from the tailgate of
his truck. Thankfully, she looked unharmed, but she also looked
pissed off. By the time he’d thrown the door open to get out, she’d
darted around the truck and was in his face.
“ What the hell do you
think you’re doing? You just ran over my bike!” she yelled,
slamming her palm against his chest and knocking him off balance as
he tried to stand up. He landed on his ass on the seat with his
legs spread off kilter, and her right between his knees glaring
daggers at him from her cobalt blue eyes. Rich, brown hair was tied
back in a messy braid, and a pair of aviator sunglasses sat on top
of her head, but it wasn’t her shades that drew his attention. It
was her fury, and the frustrated anguish that filled her curses.
“God damn it! Why
the hell weren’t you...how the hell did you... damn it!”
Lifting his hands in an attempt to calm her,
he murmured, “Easy there, sweetheart—”
“ Don’t start that country
boy charm shit with me, bucko. I’m not buying it. You just wrecked
my bike, and you’re going to pay for the damages,” she snapped,
poking her finger into his chest. Standing in front of her now, the
size difference between them was more obvious. At just over six
feet, Roman was fairly average height in this part of the country,
but this little biker chick was more than a half foot shorter than
he was, and based on the way her jeans and t-shirt clung to her
body she was perfectly molded underneath.
“ I’m not arguing that a
bit, Miss...” he paused hoping she’d fill in the blanks, but she
just spun on her heel and headed back to where her bike was still
stuck under the back end of the truck.
Dropping to her knees, she ran her hand over
the handlebars which were now slightly twisted. “Oh Hal, my poor
baby. Damn country folks don’t even know how to drive in an empty
parking lot. I can’t believe with all of this space around him he
couldn’t even manage to...damn it all to fuck.”
Well she certainly has a colorful
vocabulary, he thought, and an oddly personal relationship with her
motorcycle. The bike didn’t look terrible, but then again, it was
hidden in the shadow of the truck. Reaching for his keys, he
stepped closer to her, and said, “If you’ll just scoot over some,
I’ll pull forward and we’ll see what the damage is. I’m awfully
sorry about running over your bike, but—”
“ But what? But it was
somehow my fault that you backed over the one and only vehicle
besides yours in the whole parking lot?” she demanded.
Damn she was a squirrelly one. There was
something about the fire in her eyes and her fierce temper that
clashed with the frustration and sorrow in the slump of her
shoulders. She was more than just angry over the accident.
Something else had this strange woman upset.
“ No. It was absolutely my
fault. I was just going to say, I happen to know a mechanic that
can fix it for you. I’ll cover the cost, of course.” He tried to
relax all of his body so that he didn’t seem threatening in any
way. For some reason, he really wanted her to trust him, and give
him a chance to make things right. He wanted to protect her from
whatever demons were haunting her.
The moment the thought raced through his
brain he tossed it aside. That was the silliest thing in the world.
He had no interest in getting involved in anyone else’s demon
hunting. He had plenty of nightmares riding around with him every
day. No, he was just offering to take care of this because it was
his responsibility as a human being. He’d
the general direction of drive, his heart nearly burst from his
chest when his truck rolled backward into the parking stall behind
him instead of easing forward out of the lot. The sound of grinding
metal was followed by a loud crash and a woman’s scream.
Chapter 2
“ Oh snot.”
Horror washed over Roman when he twisted
around to find a woman standing just inches from the tailgate of
his truck. Thankfully, she looked unharmed, but she also looked
pissed off. By the time he’d thrown the door open to get out, she’d
darted around the truck and was in his face.
“ What the hell do you
think you’re doing? You just ran over my bike!” she yelled,
slamming her palm against his chest and knocking him off balance as
he tried to stand up. He landed on his ass on the seat with his
legs spread off kilter, and her right between his knees glaring
daggers at him from her cobalt blue eyes. Rich, brown hair was tied
back in a messy braid, and a pair of aviator sunglasses sat on top
of her head, but it wasn’t her shades that drew his attention. It
was her fury, and the frustrated anguish that filled her curses.
“God damn it! Why
the hell weren’t you...how the hell did you... damn it!”
Lifting his hands in an attempt to calm her,
he murmured, “Easy there, sweetheart—”
“ Don’t start that country
boy charm shit with me, bucko. I’m not buying it. You just wrecked
my bike, and you’re going to pay for the damages,” she snapped,
poking her finger into his chest. Standing in front of her now, the
size difference between them was more obvious. At just over six
feet, Roman was fairly average height in this part of the country,
but this little biker chick was more than a half foot shorter than
he was, and based on the way her jeans and t-shirt clung to her
body she was perfectly molded underneath.
“ I’m not arguing that a
bit, Miss...” he paused hoping she’d fill in the blanks, but she
just spun on her heel and headed back to where her bike was still
stuck under the back end of the truck.
Dropping to her knees, she ran her hand over
the handlebars which were now slightly twisted. “Oh Hal, my poor
baby. Damn country folks don’t even know how to drive in an empty
parking lot. I can’t believe with all of this space around him he
couldn’t even manage to...damn it all to fuck.”
Well she certainly has a colorful
vocabulary, he thought, and an oddly personal relationship with her
motorcycle. The bike didn’t look terrible, but then again, it was
hidden in the shadow of the truck. Reaching for his keys, he
stepped closer to her, and said, “If you’ll just scoot over some,
I’ll pull forward and we’ll see what the damage is. I’m awfully
sorry about running over your bike, but—”
“ But what? But it was
somehow my fault that you backed over the one and only vehicle
besides yours in the whole parking lot?” she demanded.
Damn she was a squirrelly one. There was
something about the fire in her eyes and her fierce temper that
clashed with the frustration and sorrow in the slump of her
shoulders. She was more than just angry over the accident.
Something else had this strange woman upset.
“ No. It was absolutely my
fault. I was just going to say, I happen to know a mechanic that
can fix it for you. I’ll cover the cost, of course.” He tried to
relax all of his body so that he didn’t seem threatening in any
way. For some reason, he really wanted her to trust him, and give
him a chance to make things right. He wanted to protect her from
whatever demons were haunting her.
The moment the thought raced through his
brain he tossed it aside. That was the silliest thing in the world.
He had no interest in getting involved in anyone else’s demon
hunting. He had plenty of nightmares riding around with him every
day. No, he was just offering to take care of this because it was
his responsibility as a human being. He’d
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