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her head on his back, not to mention, he missed her warmth. He had hurt her somehow, that was obvious. Had she been jealous of the waitress who was being so rude to her? He had wanted to defend her and demand the girl take her order, but he didn't want to draw attention to them. And for God's sake, why did you kiss her on her head? You had her in your arms minutes ago and you kissed her on the head the way you'd kiss your kid sister. Everything he did seemed so stupid, like having two left feet on a dance floor. Geez, what a dimwit.
Now her hands were on each side of his waist and the cool frigid air whooshed between them as they flew down the I-5 towards San Francisco. On the way, they passed Shasta Dam and crossed over the Sacramento River several times. Once they were past Redding, the hills leveled out to the flat lands of the central valley. It was pretty in its own way with the farms of green crops and orchards of different kinds of trees, but very flat. On the left and in the far distance, the Sierras could be seen. Very near Sacramento, they veered off to the West on 505 and then onto 80. They went through Oakland and headed for the Bay Bridge. It was a clear day and they could see the Dumbarton Bridge in the distance to their left and the Richmond Bridge to the right. Once off the Bay Bridge they wiggled on the outskirts of San Francisco and then onto Highway 280 for a little bit, then lastly, west to Highway 1.
Highway 1 was a gorgeous ride, with its rugged cliff edges and sweeping views of the steel gray-blue ocean. They saw the famous Devil's Slide where the rocky cliffs give way to the relentless wearing of the sea a tiny bit every year. There were quite a few turnouts for sightseers and Melanie wished she had her digital camera. She knew she'd never remember all the beautiful scenery and wished she could paint it all. If things had not been so tense between her and Josh she would have liked to have stopped at some of the turnouts just to take in its beauty for a while, but she remembered they were being chased and Josh's life was in the balance – no time for sightseeing. She hoped that some day she and Josh could come this way again on the bike.
There was something amazing about being on the motorcycle in all this splendor and sun. It made her feel closer to nature, being a part of it with the wind and the sun and the pavement moving like a blur beneath them. She could smell the sea and the greenery all around her. If she reached out with her hand she could touch it, although that probably wouldn’t be a good idea. The sun was warm and glorious and sparkled on the water like thousands of diamonds. It was truly an unforgettable ride.
It was only about an hour to their destination, once they got on Highway 1. They turned off towards the mountains at Pescadero and headed into Oljone. They stopped at a bar in town and asked a friendly guy behind the bar named Kyle how they could get to O'Rielly's bookstore. Melanie couldn't remember the proper name of the store, but the bartender seemed to know what she meant.
Kyle said, "Just take the street you're on, up about 3 blocks and make a right. It's on the left side up about a block and it is called the Cauldron, Book and Candle. I'm not sure Darby is there, but Rowan should be there."
"Thanks so much, Kyle. You've been a great help," Melanie said as they left.
Josh followed Kyle's directions and within minutes they were getting off the bike again in front of the bookstore. Melanie was pulling off the leather jacket and the helmet as Josh took the duffle bag from her and slung it over his shoulder.
A tiny bell rang when they stepped inside the bookstore. Almost instantly, they were greeted by a gorgeous woman with come hither green eyes and long, beautiful auburn hair.
"Welcome. I'm Sally. Can I help you with anything?"
Melanie stepped closer to her and said, "I hope so. We are looking for Darby
Now her hands were on each side of his waist and the cool frigid air whooshed between them as they flew down the I-5 towards San Francisco. On the way, they passed Shasta Dam and crossed over the Sacramento River several times. Once they were past Redding, the hills leveled out to the flat lands of the central valley. It was pretty in its own way with the farms of green crops and orchards of different kinds of trees, but very flat. On the left and in the far distance, the Sierras could be seen. Very near Sacramento, they veered off to the West on 505 and then onto 80. They went through Oakland and headed for the Bay Bridge. It was a clear day and they could see the Dumbarton Bridge in the distance to their left and the Richmond Bridge to the right. Once off the Bay Bridge they wiggled on the outskirts of San Francisco and then onto Highway 280 for a little bit, then lastly, west to Highway 1.
Highway 1 was a gorgeous ride, with its rugged cliff edges and sweeping views of the steel gray-blue ocean. They saw the famous Devil's Slide where the rocky cliffs give way to the relentless wearing of the sea a tiny bit every year. There were quite a few turnouts for sightseers and Melanie wished she had her digital camera. She knew she'd never remember all the beautiful scenery and wished she could paint it all. If things had not been so tense between her and Josh she would have liked to have stopped at some of the turnouts just to take in its beauty for a while, but she remembered they were being chased and Josh's life was in the balance – no time for sightseeing. She hoped that some day she and Josh could come this way again on the bike.
There was something amazing about being on the motorcycle in all this splendor and sun. It made her feel closer to nature, being a part of it with the wind and the sun and the pavement moving like a blur beneath them. She could smell the sea and the greenery all around her. If she reached out with her hand she could touch it, although that probably wouldn’t be a good idea. The sun was warm and glorious and sparkled on the water like thousands of diamonds. It was truly an unforgettable ride.
It was only about an hour to their destination, once they got on Highway 1. They turned off towards the mountains at Pescadero and headed into Oljone. They stopped at a bar in town and asked a friendly guy behind the bar named Kyle how they could get to O'Rielly's bookstore. Melanie couldn't remember the proper name of the store, but the bartender seemed to know what she meant.
Kyle said, "Just take the street you're on, up about 3 blocks and make a right. It's on the left side up about a block and it is called the Cauldron, Book and Candle. I'm not sure Darby is there, but Rowan should be there."
"Thanks so much, Kyle. You've been a great help," Melanie said as they left.
Josh followed Kyle's directions and within minutes they were getting off the bike again in front of the bookstore. Melanie was pulling off the leather jacket and the helmet as Josh took the duffle bag from her and slung it over his shoulder.
A tiny bell rang when they stepped inside the bookstore. Almost instantly, they were greeted by a gorgeous woman with come hither green eyes and long, beautiful auburn hair.
"Welcome. I'm Sally. Can I help you with anything?"
Melanie stepped closer to her and said, "I hope so. We are looking for Darby
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