He nodded.
Relief flickered across her face before her eyebrows pinched in the middle.He waited, hoping she'd tell him what was going on that made her feel guilty for wanting to stay at the clubhouse.But she clamped her lips together.
Hunter turned away, but his mind was already racing.Whoever had been behind the wheel tonight wasn't done with her.And until he figured out who they were and why they were after her, Annie wasn't going anywhere.
Chapter 2
The blanket smelledfaintly of leather and smoke, like the man who had thrown it into her lap.Annie pulled it tighter around her shoulders.She couldn't stop shivering.It wasn't cold in the clubhouse.It was the memory of headlights bearing down on her, the screech of tires, the certainty that she was about to die that she couldn't shake.
And then the man on the motorcycle saved her.
She hadn't known his name until she caught sight of the patch on his vest when he turned away, the stitched letters bold against the leather.Hunter.It fit him.
He was silent, watchful, and dangerous in a way that kept her from leaving the clubhouse because she was afraid to test him.He could hurt her.He could send her into an area she didn't know.He could call the cops.Her pulse raced.None of those options would be good for her.
She whimpered, finding it impossible to calm down.Yet she was exhausted.
All she wanted to do was lie down and close her eyes, to finally sleep.But she had no idea if she was safe.
She had a feeling Hunter was the lesser of two evils.
He hadn't asked her a single question.Not one.Just stared at her with those sharp, unreadable eyes, as if he could peel back her skin and see the truth she was trying so hard to keep buried.
When he had spoken, his rough, low voice left her trembling.His confidence, despite his disability, made him powerful.Exactly the kind of man that scared her to death.
Annie pressed her hands together.She couldn't tell Hunter why she was running.If she did, he'd never let her go back, or worse, he'd make her call the police.That would only put her sister in more danger.
She had to go back.
The thought of leaving Leigh behind twisted her stomach and made her chicken out on escaping for days.Failing wasn't an option.One mistake would get her and Leigh killed.Every second she sat here, wrapped in warmth and safety, her sister was trapped in the house with Jason.With the man who had once been family, who had turned into their worst nightmare.
Her brother-in-law.
Her upper lip curled.He'd almost run her over with the car.And now that she had gotten away, Jason would return to the house and punish Leigh.Jason was the worst kind of monster.
The door opened.She looked up.Hunter stood in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, arms crossed over his chest.How was she supposed to beg him to let her go if he couldn't hear her?
