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“Try it on so I can make sure I got the right size.”
She pulled it over her head and it was tight, but settled comfortably over her face. The visor was up, so she got a perfect view of him buckling it under her chin. Then he flipped her visor down, gripped her helmet under the chin, and angled her head up. He pressed his helmet to hers like a kiss, and her knees locked.
Gunner slid his leg over the seat of his motorcycle and then offered his hand. She was much more graceful at climbing the peg and mounting behind him this time. When her arms were settled around his waist, he pulled out.
“Can you hear me?” he asked.
Startled with his voice right in her ear, Hallie tensed and gripped his shirt. “Yes! Can you hear me?”
“Yep.”
“Oh my gosh! Is it speakers?”
He chuckled and pulled to a stop at a newly-red light. “What kind of music do you like?” he asked, messing with his phone that was mounted between the handlebars.
“I want to feel like a badass!”
He laughed and nodded. “You are a badass.”
“Cowboys from Hell” by Pantera started playing, and she clenched her fists in the air. “I love this song!”
“Of course you do.” There was a smile in his voice, and he locked his arms on the handlebars again and looked to the side. There was a minivan beside them, and a little boy was waving to them out the window.
The woman driving said, “My son loves motorcycles,” out of her open window.
Gunner revved the engine loudly, and the kiddo went crazy in the van.
“Oh my gosh, thank you,” the mom said.
Gunner guided the motorcycle over to the van and pressed his fist against the window. The little boy stopped cheering to put his little fist on the window, and oh Mylanta…Hallie was melting.
She’d seen Gunner take a bullet and laugh. She’d seen Gunner nearly kill someone following her. She’d seen Gunner near a panic attack, and she’d seen Gunner go hungry when he fucked her.
Now she’d seen his reaction to a kid, and she blew out a breath. That man, that man!
His every layer was sexy.
He revved it a couple more times as the light turned green, and Hallie melted over the kid’s cheering. Then she held on because Gunner patted her leg. Last night that had meant he was going to gun it, and he did. She was right. Only this time wasn’t quite as terrifying because she trusted him more and knew what to expect.
He slowed and eased into the parking lot of a motel, parked in front of room 101, and helped her off.
“Nice house,” she said cheekily as she pulled her helmet off and followed him into the room.
“Thanks. It does the job while I figure out where I want to go.”
“Sounds like we’re both on the run.”
He hissed an inhale. “I burned my old home to the ground a few weeks ago.”
“Whoa, that wasn’t long ago.”
“Nope.”
The door swung closed as Gunner removed his helmet and set it on the dresser. The room was clean and tidy, and the bed was made. The artwork on the wall was generic and boring, and the lighting was dim. “Looks like we both gave the middle finger to our old lives.”
“You’re used to something nicer,” he said softly.
“No! No, no, no, party foul,” she told him, flopping onto the bed with her arms and legs spread like a starfish. “You can’t use my old life against me, and I’m not allowed to use your old life against you. Them’s the rules.”
