Page 2
His piercing eyes don’t leave mine as he approaches, and while I’ve met my fair share of bikers working weekends at Ransack, I’m certain I’ve never seen this guy before.
“Maybe you didn’t hear me.” I lift my chin as he gets closer. “I said I don’t need your help.”
“You sure about that?” The biker drags his hand through his black hair, wrangling the thick strands with his fingers. God, it looks soft and messy and like everything I don’t need to be thinking about right now. “If the flowers all over town are any indication, I’m pretty sure the wedding’s back that way.”
He juts his thumb over his shoulder, and I glare.
“Who says that’s where I’m going?”
His eyebrow hitches as his gaze falls to my dress. But I don’t owe this random biker an explanation, so I grumble and turn my back on him, heading down the road again. At least if I’m marching to my imminent death, then I don’t have to look into those ridiculously dark eyes.
But, of course, the biker doesn’t let it go. His boots scratch against the pavement as he follows me.
“At least let me give you a ride.” He comes up beside me in a few easy strides.
“No, thank you.”
“Polite and difficult. What’s the game plan here…?” He pauses, and maybe I shouldn’t give him my name, but what trouble could it bring that I haven’t already gotten myself into today?
“Harloe.” I glare at him. “Harloe Harrison.”
“As in Will Harrison?”
My eyebrows pinch, surprised that he knows that. “Will’s my brother.”
“Hmm.” He nods, thinking that over. “Well, I’m Shane. Just got done meeting with your brother a few hours ago. He’s been helping us out.”
Wonderful. I guess that means he’s with the bikers moving to Lanceleaf.
My gaze drifts to the patch on his chest that reads Venom. It must be some kind of biker thing because I’ve seen a few of them with similar patches.
“How far do you plan on walking?” Shane slips his hands into his pockets, keeping a steady pace beside me.
“As far as I feel like.” I glance back at his bike on the road behind us. “Better than climbing on that thing in a dress.”
If Zander saw the state of my wedding dress, he’d probably be more pissed about the dirty, torn gown than the fact that I left him at the altar. He made a point of repeatedly telling me how much it cost him, as if I should be grateful he’s so generous. Honestly, all I wanted was to wear my mother’s dress down the aisle.
As with all things in our relationship, that didn’t matter.
“A dress isn’t exactly riding gear.” Shane follows my gaze. “But we can make it work.”
“I don’t even know you.”
“Promise I’m harmless.”
I roll my eyes. “Sure you are. Just like your friends, right? Rolling into town like you own the place. If you think it’ll be that easy, you’re wrong.”
“That so, cowgirl?”
“I’m not a cowgirl.” I stop suddenly, facing him, and he does the same. “That right there is exactly what I’m talking about. You don’t even understand what you’re dealing with around here.”
“Says the girl running out of town in a wedding dress.”
“That’s unrelated,” I mumble, not ready to talk about that with a stranger.
“Fair enough.” Shane smirks, scanning the road. “But I’m still not leaving you out here to be eaten by something.”
“Do you even know what kind of animals live out here?” I cross my arms over my chest. “What exactly do you think is going to eat me? I’ll more likely get bitten by a rattlesnake.”
