I scoff. “That’s not saying much.” Sticking out my hand, I add, “I need my fob back.”
He stares at me, his eyes boring into mine, and my stomach clenches at his scrutiny. The man is gorgeous and no doubt a danger to women’s panties everywhere, but I’m not in the market for anything he might have to offer.
“It’s really no big deal, Roxie,” he says. “Gimme a few minutes to wrap things up here, and I’ll drive you home.”
I shift my gaze from him to the door and back again, feeling trapped. Taking a step back and to the right, I snap, “I can get myself home.”
Screamer narrows his eyes. “I’m sure you can. But don’t you want me to work on your bike?”
“Maybe another time,” I say and lunge past him to go inside.
“Wait a minute,” he says, grabbing my arm and bringing me to a painful halt.
“Ouch,” I hiss through gritted teeth, and it takes everything in me not to double over and hold my ribs. I yank free of his hold. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
He releases me, and I storm through the door. Journey lifts his head, his focus shifting from whatever he was doing to me.
“Forget something?” he asks, oblivious to the tension between his friend and me.
“I need my key fob,” I bark.
When his eyes move to look beyond me, I glance over my shoulder in time to see Screamer shrug. Then Journey turns and grabs my fob off a hook on the wall behind him and hands it to me.
“There ya go,” he says.
I sigh with relief. “Thanks.”
“No problem. Whenever you’re ready for us to take a look at it, just drop it off. No need to make an appointment.”
I smile appreciatively, somehow at ease with him in a way I’m not with Screamer. Maybe it’s the wedding band on his finger, or maybe it’s the fact that I’m not attracted to him in the least.
The whys don’t matter.
“I will,” I lie, vowing never to return to the shop. I’ll find another mechanic.
I turn on my heel and skirt past Screamer. Just before the door closes behind me, his voice reaches my ears.
“Drive safe, Roxie.”
Tears fill my eyes at his words. Other than my brother and my friends, when I left Jace, no one has cared enough to say that to me in a long, damn time. You’d think a fiancé would, but looking back, Jace only ever cared about himself. If the beating I took is any indication, he certainly didn’t give a fuck about me.
Rather than return to the clubhouse, I head out of town and hit the country roads. I need to get my head on straight, or I’ll never survive Shuffle and the Limitless Throttle brothers.
While I ride, my mind races with the events of the last few years. I never thought I’d return to Marble Falls, but it was my only option. Sure, I technically could’ve gone anywhere, yet here I am. I hadn’t given it a second thought when I loaded my shit into the rental car and hugged Sammie for what is likely the last time.
The two weeks I gave myself to heal should’ve been sufficient, but my reaction to Screamer proves how wrong I was. Maybe I should hightail it out of Texas and never look back.
Like that would help.
No, I’m not running. The solution to my problem is a very simple one…
Stay the fuck away from Screamer.
CHAPTER 10
SCREAMER
Who hurt her, and where the fuck can I find him?
