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had to do or had to marry.
    That little nugget of a town called Tippitt was an escape from all the have-to’s.
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    Pulling off I70 in Wheeling, Taz eyed the clouds thickening the night sky through his goggles. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all. He’d either chance turning around and getting soaked to the bone on the ride back or find some hole-in-the wall to pass the time and ride the storm out. If he was going to try to find the pin that was Karen Hanson in a haystack of cheap motels which littered the border of Ohio and West Virginia, he needed to do some serious weeding out. First and foremost, a chick like that wouldn’t be in some seedy, truck stop dive that smelled of sweat and jizz.
    The looming yellow and red Super 8 sign caught his eye , and he decided to try there first. If it was a bust, he was going to race the storm back to Tippitt. Entering its parking lot, he slowed his bike to a glide as he passed the rows of parked cars. Thunder cracked above, coming from the south, which meant the storm was making its way up. Great, if he had to head back home he wouldn’t be riding into it.
    Rounding the building, he scanned the back portion, checking the cars, seeing if……..
    There it was. A silver Focus with Ohio plates parked in front of a row of rooms. This one only had only one level, so he didn’t have to figure which one she was on. Okay, he knew where she was staying. Now he could get home before a bolt of lightning fried him.
    A drop fell on his riding glove. Then another on his gas tank. Then another, plink, plink, plink, on his helmet. “Shit,” he muttered. He wasn’t going anywhere.
    Well……..

Chapter Six
     
    “What the……?”
    Karen was half out on the bed, the remote still in her hand , while Dog and Beth chased down some lowlife on the lam on television. It had to have been the rain starting to come down she’d heard and not……
    “Yo, sweetheart! Lemme in!”
    You have got to be kidding me? It wasn’t……it couldn’t……it…..shit, it was pouring and a bolt of lightning had just flashed through the curtains. She undid the lock, slid off the chain and opened the door.
    Taz stood there, his leather over a black t-shirt, one inked arm leaning on the door jamb . Eyes the color of the threatening sky met hers while his lip curled in a grin. “Ain’t gonna lemme stand out here and saturate, are you?”
    “How the hell did you…….?”
    Another flash of lightning followed by a crack of thunder split the space between them. Before Karen could finish her sentence, a gloved hand was on her waist, easing her back inside. Taz then kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot. “I answer questions better if I ain’t fried to a crisp.”
    She backed up, the edge of the bed hitting the back of her knees. She went to sit, then thought against it. The bed was like a big elephant in the room alone with her and this biker, this Mountain Skull. Everything about him screamed dark and dangerous.
    “Wh y are you here? I mean, how did you find me? Are you following me or something?’
    “Whoa, slow down, sweetheart. Even I don’t talk that fast. One at a time.”
    She inched back towards the dresser that held the television. “Pick one.”
    He smiled, clearly amused by her uneasiness. She found nothing amusing about it. Except her parents, she had told no one where she was staying – not even Eva. But this guy had found her. He’d ridden all the way down from Tippitt on a stormy night and sought her out. At first she thought she was being presumptuous, but discounted the fact he was just ‘in the neighborhood’ and stopped in to say hi. Now he was in her motel room, blocking the only exit, with a summer storm raging outside. Why the hell had she opened the door?
    “Well?”
    “Okay, fine. I decided to check you out.”
    She moved back farther. “Check me out ?”
    “Look you up. Find you. It all means the same thing.”
    She found herself near the closet.