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motorcycle it'll be easier.”  Remy pulled open a drawer in the entryway table, and pulled out a leather thong, one he'd used on his own hair when it had been longer.
    “Here.  Use this.”
    “Thanks.”  With a quick flick of her wrist, her hair was bound back away from her gorgeous face, and Remy was struck by the unselfconscious beauty of her.
    She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is .
    Gabbing up his pack and keys, they headed outside.  “I was kidding about the bike, Jennifer.  We can take the car.”
    “No, I thought about it and you're right.  They'll be more likely to look for a car than a motorcycle.  Plus, we'll travel faster this way.  I'm sure I'll get used to it—eventually,” She chuckled before continuing,  “if I can stay on the beast, that is.”
    They climbed on Remy's Ducati Diavel Dark, his pride and joy. Its black and chrome finish was polished to a gleaming shine, even in the darkness.  He knew the bike inside and out, kept her in tiptop running condition and trusted her more than the car anyway.  He strapped the pack on the back with bungee cords, tying it down tightly before motioning for Jennifer to climb on.  His eyes were glued to her ass as she swung her leg across the seat, the dark yoga pants stretching to outline and highlight her luscious curves.
    Get your head in the game, jackass.  She's a witness, you're supposed to be protecting her, not lusting after her body.
    He climbed on in front and hit the electronic ignition, waiting while she wrapped her arms snug around his midsection, fingers intertwined in front at waist level.
    A last fleeting thought whispered through his mind as they drove into the darkness.  Crap, this is going to be a flaming disaster.
     

Chapter Six
     
    A round 3 a.m. Remy finally pulled into a motel where they could check in for the remainder of the night.  Jinx had never been so happy to finally see a place with a bed and a bathroom.  Her bladder had been protesting for the last hour, but she knew the farther away from New Orleans they got, the safer they'd be.  Swinging her leg across the seat, she stood next to the black motorcycle.  Or she tried to.  Her legs resembled limp overcooked spaghetti, weak and not up to the job of holding her weight.  Well, crap on a cracker, this sucks .
    Remy's arm shot around her waist, keeping her from face planting onto the crumbling asphalt drive.  Wouldn't that make a great impression on the night clerk?  Heck, maybe he'd think she was too drunk to stand up on her own.  Glancing down at her unique clothing choices, maybe he'd think she was a cheap hooker Remy had picked up.  After all, the entire place looked like they rented rooms by the hour, not someplace you'd bring the family on the way to Disney World.  Heck, for all she knew, the clerk probably had the local professionals on speed dial for easier customer service.
    “Wait here and I'll get us a room.”  Remy strode toward the office and all Jinx could think was A ROOM?  One?  Uh, oh.  No, don’t even go there.  We're both tired, nothing's going to happen.  He's keeping you safe. That's it.  Of course we'd have to share a room.  It only makes sense.  Wait—I don't have anything to sleep in!
    She turned back to the bike and fumbled with the bungee cord, and unhooked the backpack.  Sliding the strap across her shoulder, she paced beside the bike.  Her thigh muscles ached from holding them at that angle for so long. Plus, she wasn't used to being on a motorcycle, so they throbbed, to say nothing of her butt.  Talk about uncomfortable.  She chuckled and whispered, “The vibrations were definitely a plus, though.”
    The office door opened and Remy met her halfway between there and the Ducati.  “We're at the end, first floor.  Let's go.”  Since it was such a short distance they walked, and he rolled the bike into the empty parking space two slots over from their room.  When it was parked, he reached down and picked