Page 4 of Saved By The Mountain Man

Chapter 2

***** Demon *****

I had no right to be upset, I knew that, but the fact that she had someone else check it out rather than herself, when she has the skills, really irks me. And I knew she had them because I’m the one who taught her. I was the one who carefully took the time, laid out the pieces, and then suffered as she bent over a bike to fix the necessary things.

Given all that, you tell me if you wouldn’t be upset that someone else was fixing what she knew how to do?

“I told you; I didn’t have the time. Come on, you know how my dad is. He was hounding me to come, and work wasn’t letting up. I had no chance to make sure the bike was in tip top shape to make the trip.”

“All the more reason for you not to have made the trip.”

I got to her bike, glad to see it was still in one piece, but even after the time spent walking, and at the bar, there was still a little bit of smoke, which meant something was damaged in the engine. And I had a rather big suspicion that it wouldn’t be an easy fix, or something that could be done in just a few hours.

I didn’t want to tell her, but I felt she was going to be stuck here. And I sure as hell didn’t want her dad to know that.

I sighed as I stood up, dusting the dirt off my jeans and turned to look at her.

The moon was making her look far too enchanting and making my cock stir in my pants. This wasn’t good. And I sure as fuck didn’t want to offer up my cabin for her to stay the night in, but honestly, there wasn’t anything else.

I wasn’t going to let her stay in a hotel, because I would have to take her, and then spend the whole night thinking about a guy she’d find and lured into her room.

Better for my sanity if she just stayed with me. However, that was only a small slip of better in my books.

“Don’t tell me it’s shot?”

“Not shot, Brandi, but this isn’t going to be something I can work on and get you on your way tomorrow.”

“Damn it! You ever have that feeling, Hugh, that you shouldn’t be doing something, but you ignore it and do what’s been asked of you?”

My name rolling off her lips was a siren’s call like never before. No one called me by my name, unless it was the people out here. No one in the biker club ever knew it, so I was surprised, and thrilled, that she did, and that she used it.

“All too well.”

“I knew I shouldn’t be on this trip. My gut has been screaming at me for the past two weeks when my dad called. I tried telling him no, but you know how well that would have gone down.” She ran her fingers through her hair before sighing.

How I wish those were my fingers threading through her locks, then tugging her hair back, and kissing her soundly, snatching that sigh from her with my tongue.

Hello, danger ahead, man!

I mentally shook the thoughts before nodding. Nothing she said was news to me. Telling the boss no was a sure death sentence. And yeah, Brandi was his kid, but that didn’t mean it was any easier for her to say it.

“Look, it’s not ideal, and you can’t tell him you landed here, but my cabin isn’t too far away. You can say the night, and in the morning, I’ll check out the damage. Maybe I can get you on the road faster than I thought. It won’t be bright and early, but it could still be tomorrow.”

By the look in her eye, we both knew the truth of that. She wasn’t leaving tomorrow, but we could both pretend it was happening.

“You don’t have to go out of your way, you know. I can just grab a room at the hotel, or something.”

“One, your dad would find you a whole lot easier that way if he had half the mind to come this way. This is still Nevada. Two, I would be up half the night worried about you. Just save me the mental anguish and go to my cabin.”

“You have such a way with words, Hugh.”

There went the name calling again. Why the hell did I love that sound so much? What was it about it, about her, that had me wanting to hear it all the time? But only from her.

Dangerous ground, I knew I was on dangerous ground.

But instead of throwing on my flashers and stopping to figure out another game plan, I took her hand in mine and walked back to the bar. I went in, paid for the tab, and then headed back to my bike; glad she had the mindset to know that the only one out there was mine.

“She’s new,” she whispered, running her hand over the custom paint job, clearly in awe of it.

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