Page 21 of The Biker's Brother

She was funny.

That was unexpected.

“Sit ups.”

“What about them?”

“I do sit ups. I run on a treadmill. I eat stuff I want, but I don’t eateverythingI want.”

“Hey. Was that the Kentucky border sign? Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you go to so much trouble? Usually guys who watch what they eat and work out like that, well, they’re either gay or candidates for magazine covers. Sometimes both.”

“You got me. I have been on magazine covers.”

She barked out a laugh, having no idea that he was being serious.

“Yeah. Me, too.”

“You do sit ups?”

“I’d rather give donuts a wide berth.”

Brand shrugged.

“To each her own. At this rate I don’t know how long until coffee.”

They were still creeping along. The rain wasn’t letting up at all. The windshield wipers waved back and forth at top speed, but their rhythmic beating did little to improve visibility. He got out another bag of peanuts.

“Wow. You’re really addicted to those.”

“Maybe. I think if I couldn’t get any I might be willing to kill.”

They’d only passed one car since leaving the cabin. If there was a bright spot in the predicament, it was, as Brandon had said, that it would be impossible to locate Cami in that storm.

“Is that a light?” she asked.

“Yes, it is.”

They pulled under the overhang of a gas pump island and the pounding rain immediately sounded further away. The combination fuel and convenience store was a welcome sight.

“Stay in the car while I get gas. I’ll pull the car up to the door afterward and get coffee.” He smiled. “And donuts.”

Before she could reply he was out of the car letting cold air in. It was still early fall, but the rain had cooled everything down and made it unseasonably chilly. With the heater turned off, the car became instantly cold and she needed coffee even more. She reached for the garbage bag under her feet.

When Brandon got back into the car, his eyes went to the garbage bag she was holding.

“You don’t need to get out. I’ll get what you want.”

“Bathroom.”

The way she pressed her lips together when she said that one word told him that it was a fight he was going to lose.

“We haven’t been on the road that long.” He launched a weak protest knowing it was pointless.

“I’m getting out.”

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