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road created a thick tower of darkness all around us, blocking out any remaining sunlight. Ryde r’ s headlight was the only light breaking through the blackness. It was beautiful and eerie.
Ryder had given me a leather jacket, a pair of leather boots, leather gloves and a helmet that was slightly too big for me. I tried to look around as we roared down the road, keeping my eyes open for anything familiar, but nothing but trees flew past us in the last remnants of the fading light.
I wondered if I had ever been on a bike before. Everything about it was unfamiliar, though. Still, it was thrilling. The feeling of the open air rushing past you, the rebelliousness of throwing caution to the wind and putting nothing between the asphalt and your skin but a layer of leather and blue jeans. Ryder was obviously a seasoned rider, and he operated the bike with as much confidence as he did everything else. Once again, I realized I was entirely in his hands.
This was becoming a habit.
And I had to admit, as a woman, it was comforting. He was strong, handsome, and extremely protective of me. Maybe I should n’ t have, but I felt the first twinges of attraction to him then. Or, maybe I felt it the first moment I opened my eyes and saw him in front of me. Whenever it was, I was now fully aware of it. I was a little shocked that those feelings were getting through, past all the confusion and uncertainty I was feeling. Past all the despair of not being able to remember anything.
It was almost freeing. If I knew what I was being freed from, that is.
That was the hardest part of all of this, the not knowing. Not knowing what or who was waiting for me. It was frightening. And it scared me to the very depths of my soul. My arms tightened around Ryder a little more as my mind wandered throughout the trip.
When he finally pulled off the road, it was into the parking lot of a run down bar. The Rodeo Roadhouse looked like it was straight out of a Patrick Swayze movie. I half-expected to see people fighting and being thrown out of the two saloon-style swinging doors we walked through. Peanut shells littered the floor, the smell of old, stale beer assaulted my senses, and country music echoed through the place. In addition to the beer, the distinct scent of bacon and burgers went straight to my starving stomach.
Ryder led me to a booth in the back and we sat down, placing our helmets on the seats next to us.
“ I t’ s not fancy, but they have the best burgers within 20 miles ,” he said with that sexy half-grin of his.
“ I t’ ll do just fine. As long as the y’ re quick. I do n’ t know why I’ m so damned hungry . ”
“ I do. Outside of that IV, you have n’ t eaten but once in four days. Makes sense to me . ”
“ Yeah, I guess ,” I said. My amnesia colored everything, every second of everything I did. We ordered from the saucy red-headed waitress, and I noticed that she could n’ t keep her eyes off Ryder as she stood by our booth. I looked around, and saw that everyone else was staring, too.
I looked over at him again, and it all made sense. He was huge, his towering frame was likely intimidating to even the most masculine of men, his meaty, tattooed arms absolutely screaming rebellion. And that cut he wore - the scattered patches symbolizing things that I had no clue about - probably communicated more to these local people than it did to me.
If Ryder noticed, he did n’ t let on. His attention was focused on me, his eyes glued to my face as he watched my every move.
“ So ?” he asked.
“ So what ? ”
“ Anything? Any sparks of memory at all ? ”
“ Oh. No ,” I replied .“ I do n’ t think I’ ve ever been here before . ”
“ No, I should hope not. I was n’ t talking about this place. Just, you know ,” he said, glancing away from me and then back
Ryder had given me a leather jacket, a pair of leather boots, leather gloves and a helmet that was slightly too big for me. I tried to look around as we roared down the road, keeping my eyes open for anything familiar, but nothing but trees flew past us in the last remnants of the fading light.
I wondered if I had ever been on a bike before. Everything about it was unfamiliar, though. Still, it was thrilling. The feeling of the open air rushing past you, the rebelliousness of throwing caution to the wind and putting nothing between the asphalt and your skin but a layer of leather and blue jeans. Ryder was obviously a seasoned rider, and he operated the bike with as much confidence as he did everything else. Once again, I realized I was entirely in his hands.
This was becoming a habit.
And I had to admit, as a woman, it was comforting. He was strong, handsome, and extremely protective of me. Maybe I should n’ t have, but I felt the first twinges of attraction to him then. Or, maybe I felt it the first moment I opened my eyes and saw him in front of me. Whenever it was, I was now fully aware of it. I was a little shocked that those feelings were getting through, past all the confusion and uncertainty I was feeling. Past all the despair of not being able to remember anything.
It was almost freeing. If I knew what I was being freed from, that is.
That was the hardest part of all of this, the not knowing. Not knowing what or who was waiting for me. It was frightening. And it scared me to the very depths of my soul. My arms tightened around Ryder a little more as my mind wandered throughout the trip.
When he finally pulled off the road, it was into the parking lot of a run down bar. The Rodeo Roadhouse looked like it was straight out of a Patrick Swayze movie. I half-expected to see people fighting and being thrown out of the two saloon-style swinging doors we walked through. Peanut shells littered the floor, the smell of old, stale beer assaulted my senses, and country music echoed through the place. In addition to the beer, the distinct scent of bacon and burgers went straight to my starving stomach.
Ryder led me to a booth in the back and we sat down, placing our helmets on the seats next to us.
“ I t’ s not fancy, but they have the best burgers within 20 miles ,” he said with that sexy half-grin of his.
“ I t’ ll do just fine. As long as the y’ re quick. I do n’ t know why I’ m so damned hungry . ”
“ I do. Outside of that IV, you have n’ t eaten but once in four days. Makes sense to me . ”
“ Yeah, I guess ,” I said. My amnesia colored everything, every second of everything I did. We ordered from the saucy red-headed waitress, and I noticed that she could n’ t keep her eyes off Ryder as she stood by our booth. I looked around, and saw that everyone else was staring, too.
I looked over at him again, and it all made sense. He was huge, his towering frame was likely intimidating to even the most masculine of men, his meaty, tattooed arms absolutely screaming rebellion. And that cut he wore - the scattered patches symbolizing things that I had no clue about - probably communicated more to these local people than it did to me.
If Ryder noticed, he did n’ t let on. His attention was focused on me, his eyes glued to my face as he watched my every move.
“ So ?” he asked.
“ So what ? ”
“ Anything? Any sparks of memory at all ? ”
“ Oh. No ,” I replied .“ I do n’ t think I’ ve ever been here before . ”
“ No, I should hope not. I was n’ t talking about this place. Just, you know ,” he said, glancing away from me and then back
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