Page 9 of Hell on an Angel
“I stopped using my credit card.”
“Hopefully, they’re off your trail for now,” he told her. Cree wouldn’t scare her, but the men looking for her could be in town waiting to spot her. It depended on how well she had covered her tracks since that last transaction.
Kennedy picked up her shoes and looked at her blistered feet. There was no way her feet would go back into the shoes. Standing, she tucked the shoes into her purse and attempted to walk out the room barefooted. Without a word, she found herself scooped up by her brother’s friend and carried out. “I can walk.”
“You won’t be able to when we get outside.” Kennedy tucked her head against his shoulder as he carried her down the hall to find Alice. This was not what he expected when he picked up the phone earlier. At the end of the hall, he spotted the woman in the kitchen, talking with an older man and a younger one, no doubt her family. “Alice.”
“Oh, no, is she okay?” Alice asked, coming into the hallway.
“Her feet are blistered. I’m not sure how she even walked into the restaurant. Is that cabin ready?”
“Yes, come through the back door.”
Cree made eye contact with the older man and recognized a like-mindedness. Nodding once, he followed Alice out the back door and across a dirt lane riddled with rock and gravel.
Giving Alice time to unlock and open the door, he stayed off the small porch. When she moved aside, Cree moved up the steps, thanking the woman as he took Kennedy inside.
The first thing he noticed was the size of the cabin. He knew it would be small, but he hoped for a full-size sofa, not a chair in the corner. After sleeping on a foam mat in a tent for the past week, he could use a real bed for a few hours. He’d have to give the girl the bed and sleep on the floor.That’s what his bedroll was for.
Flipping on the lights, he blinked when the bright white glow illuminated the room. The place was decorated with strings of white Christmas lights. There was even a small tree on the tiny table. Setting Kennedy down on the bed, he went in search of the plug. They didn’t need the entire light show in the cabin.
Once Cree had Kennedy settled in the small cabin, he unpacked the bike. Tossing his things on the chair, he noticed Kennedy sitting on the edge of the bed, exhausted. “Kennedy.” When she looked up at him with light hazel eyes, he saw the dark circles that marred them. “Why don’t you grab a shower and lie down? You need real rest.”
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
“What?”
“Everything happened so fast, I barely had time to get away.”
Her voice was barely audible. Sheer exhaustion had settled in on the poor girl. Cree dug into his back, pulling out a clean long-sleeve T-shirt. “Here. You can wear this for now.” Handing it to her, Cree rubbed his thumb across his brow. “What do you have?”
“I had a go bag, but it got left in my car when I ran from Dino and Chuckie. That was back in Provo, Utah,” she mumbled as her eyes closed. The nap in the storeroom had only made her exhaustion more prevalent.
Taking account of what Kennedy was wearing, Cree realized she would need different clothes. The knee-length skirt wouldn’t do to ride on the bike. “What size do you wear?”
Kennedy heard Cree speaking but struggled to pay attention to the words. “Sorry. What?”
“Your size? Small. Medium. Large. What size?”
“Depends on what I’m wearing.” The cabin was cold, causing her to shiver. Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, she attempted to warm herself up.
“Let’s start with pajamas.” Fuck, he had no idea what she needed. He didn’t have sisters. Hell, he’d never even shopped for a female.
“Medium.”
“Size shoe?”
Kennedy didn’t understand why he needed to know her sizes. It was annoying that he was asking such personal questions. All she wanted was to go back to sleep. “Seven and a half, eight.”
“You get a shower. I’m gonna try to find you something else to wear.”
“I’m low on cash.”
“Did I ask you for money?”
Raising her head, she tucked strands of hair behind her ear. Glancing at her brother’s friend, she answered him in a defiant tone. “No.” Just because she was exhausted and scared didn’t mean she was a child, and his tone made her feel like she was being fussed at by a parent.
“Then don’t worry about it,” he snapped. Turning, he headed for the door and stopped. Turning back around, he stood staring at the girl. It wasn’t her fault he was tired and cranky. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s been a long day. Is there anything else you need?”
