Page 13 of Hell on an Angel
“Now?”
“Maybe tomorrow.”
Cree pulled her tighter to him, trying to keep her teeth from rattling out of her pretty head. Not being able to stand the fact she was freezing, he climbed out the bed, turned on the table lamp, and built a fire in the small wood-burning stove in the far corner. He hadn’t thought they would need a fire with the heater running. Shutting the little door, he went back to the bed and climbed in. Bringing Kennedy against him again, Cree settled in for some much-needed rest.
Over the course of the night, the weather dropped to much colder temps. Due to them both being exhausted, neither had paid attention to the forecast, and that was proving a mistake. They had missed the signs when they should have been paying attention to them. A small winter storm had popped up, according to the weather report.
They needed to get Kennedy more suitable clothes to ride. Looking at the sleeping girl, he could see she hadn’t moved an inch since passing out the evening before.
The sounds of high winds rattled the small windows and door of the tiny cabin. If it wasn’t so low to the ground, Cree was sure it would sway with the wind. The moans that barrelled through the alley between the cabins made him more aware they were wasting precious time.
Rolling over, he grabbed his phone to check the weather for the next twenty-four hours. “Fuck,” he growled. Tossing off the blanket, he got up and headed for a hot shower. He’d wake Kennedy when he was done.
Hearing a male’s voice coming from the front room, Cree snapped off the shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he grabbed the gun from the sink ledge and yanked the bathroom door open.
Looking around, he found Kennedy bundled up in the bed watching TV. The male voice was the weatherman talking about the winter storm headed their way. He watched her eyes scan over his body as water droplets ran down his tan skin. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll be enticed to drop this towel just to see your expression.”
Kennedy turned her attention back to the TV. After spending the night pressed against Cree, she wouldn’t have minded seeing what was beneath the towel, but it wasn’t the time. Not that she’d know what to do with a man like him, but damn if she wouldn’t give it a try.
The weatherman said they were in for hard winds and to expect a few inches of snow overnight. Listening to the news, Cree had a bad feeling. A storm could lock them down in the small town. That would give anyone looking for Kennedy time to catch up with her. If they stayed there, it could set things up for shit to happen.
Kennedy clicked the TV off. “Are you finished in the bathroom?”
“Yeah, you can have it.” He could dry off and get dressed while she was in the bathroom. “Why don’t you get dressed while you’re in there?”
Kennedy glanced around the room. “Where are my clothes?”
“Hang on. I got you something to wear when I picked up the pajamas.”
“What pajamas?”
“The ones I forgot about until we had you in my shirt.” Handing her the shopping bag, he watched as she limped into the bathroom and closed the door. They needed to take care of the blisters on her feet before they went anywhere.
A well-rested Kennedy was a completely different Kennedy than an exhausted one. Cree was finding out fast she was stubborn as well as argumentative. Sitting in the diner, she argued about him buying her everything from clothes to breakfast. “I’m not asking you to fuck me for repayment, sweetheart. Player will pay me back. Just order a decent breakfast.”
“Can you let me order what I want, the way I want to order it? Can you?”
Cree dropped back against the blue vinyl booth. “Have it your way.”
“Thanks.” Kennedy looked at the waitress with a smile. “I’ll have two scrambled eggs with cheese on top and two slices of dry white toast.”
“Any meat?”
“No, thank you.”
Cree waited for the waitress to get to him then ordered a full breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, fried eggs, potatoes, and toast. Thanking the waitress, his attention went back to the female currently giving him a headache. “You need clothes and shoes suitable to be on the bike.”
“I’ve never ridden on a bike.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“Player’s never given you a ride?”
“I haven’t seen my brother since I was five.”
“How old are you now?”
