That comment intrigued me. “You don’t kiss or do foreplay?”
“No.”
Wow, that was just sad. I felt sorry for his women. “So when you’re with a woman, you don’t care about her needs?”
His expression hardened, if that were possible. “No. I don’t get that fucking close.”
How could you not get close when you were fucking? And then it hit me. He held back his emotions because it wasn’t about getting physically close, it was about getting emotionally close. Someone had really done a number on him. “Well, since I wasn’t offering sex you don’t have to worry about it. It was a natural reaction to wanting to comfort someone who obviously doesn’t need it. I won’t touch you again.” I tried to tug my wrist free but he wasn’t turning me loose.
Keeping hold of my wrist, he nudged me away so he could dismount his bike. Once he was on his feet, I had to look a long way up. I was five feet four, but he was a giant, at least six feet five, or more.
“We stay here tonight, do you have money?”
“No, but I’ll be okay.” It’d been a while since I’d had to fend for myself, but so far I wasn’t doing too badly.
Even as I said it, he began digging into his pocket. He pulled out a roll and peeled off a few bills. I shook my head when I realized his intentions, I hated owing people, but he only crammed the money into my palm and then released my wrist.
“Stay out of trouble. We leave at six if you’re going with us.”
Not, “if you want to go with us.” It was easy to read between the lines. He didn’t care one way or another, and I had a feeling that if I didn’t show up on time he wouldn’t come looking for me. Without a vehicle of my own, and being basically out in the middle of nowhere, I didn’t have much of a choice. It would be better if I waited until we reached a town or something more significant than a back roads bar.
As for his comment about me staying out of trouble, he didn’t need to worry. I didn’t want to bring any unnecessary attention to myself. Dane had people everywhere, and right now they were looking for me. With his money and resources, it was going to be hard for me to just disappear. There were very few people I could trust right now.
“What about what I owe you?”
“It’s only a couple hundred bucks.”
“No, I mean for taking me with you back at the station. I told you I’d pay you.” I was probably a fool for reminding him of that fact.
“Fuck, we’re even. You taught me an invaluable lesson.” He began to walk to the door.
“What’s that?” I asked, following him.
“Not to pick up pint-sized bitches with flaming red hair.”
Keeping hold of my wrist, he nudged me away so he could dismount his bike. Once he was on his feet, I had to look a long way up. I was five feet four, but he was a giant, at least six feet five, or more.
“We stay here tonight, do you have money?”
“No, but I’ll be okay.” It’d been a while since I’d had to fend for myself, but so far I wasn’t doing too badly.
Even as I said it, he began digging into his pocket. He pulled out a roll and peeled off a few bills. I shook my head when I realized his intentions, I hated owing people, but he only crammed the money into my palm and then released my wrist.
“Stay out of trouble. We leave at six if you’re going with us.”
Not, “if you want to go with us.” It was easy to read between the lines. He didn’t care one way or another, and I had a feeling that if I didn’t show up on time he wouldn’t come looking for me. Without a vehicle of my own, and being basically out in the middle of nowhere, I didn’t have much of a choice. It would be better if I waited until we reached a town or something more significant than a back roads bar.
As for his comment about me staying out of trouble, he didn’t need to worry. I didn’t want to bring any unnecessary attention to myself. Dane had people everywhere, and right now they were looking for me. With his money and resources, it was going to be hard for me to just disappear. There were very few people I could trust right now.
“What about what I owe you?”
“It’s only a couple hundred bucks.”
“No, I mean for taking me with you back at the station. I told you I’d pay you.” I was probably a fool for reminding him of that fact.
“Fuck, we’re even. You taught me an invaluable lesson.” He began to walk to the door.
“What’s that?” I asked, following him.
“Not to pick up pint-sized bitches with flaming red hair.”
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