She'd never met someone who was deaf.It was amazing how well he could read her lips, and she wondered if something had happened to him to lose his hearing, considering he could talk so well.There was only a slight hollowness to his rough voice, but he was perfectly understandable.
He shrugged into his leather vest, met her gaze, and motioned toward the door.She slid off the stool as he picked up two helmets out of the pile he had on the floor beside the door and followed him out of the clubhouse.The place was very different in the light of day.
There were bikers everywhere.They all seemed to be in groups of three or four, scattered throughout the room.None of them was talking extra loudly, but it was a lot of chaos with so many people in the same area.She hurried to keep up with Hunter, who led her to the door and outside.
She gazed around, surprised to find they were fenced in and had privacy.That was something else she hadn't noticed last night when Hunter brought her here.
He stopped beside one of the motorcycles in the long line of bikes and handed her a helmet.Last night, he rode away without giving her any protection.
She slipped it on her head.It was too big.Before she could fasten the strap, Hunter looped it in the ring and tightened it down.It helped some.
He grasped her helmet in both hands, tilting her face up to meet his gaze."Don't let go of me."
"Okay."
"Where do I take you?"he asked.
She couldn't have him drop her off in front of Jason's house.Not knowing the names of the streets or the neighborhood, all she could remember was the gas station that was three blocks away.She'd gotten gas before arriving at the house.That was the last time she had any
He shook his head and put his finger on her lips."Slower."
"Johnson's gas—"
"There's nothing there."
She couldn't remember all the details.Vancouver wasn't her home.She came from Seattle.Two weeks ago, her only plan was to fill her car with gas before swinging by and picking up her sister.Then she was going to drive back to Seattle.Far, far, far away from Jason.
But Leigh's husband came home unexpectedly before she could get her sister out of the house.
"I'll walk from there," she said.
His lips thinned, and he tugged on his beard, studying her.He seemed to have a sixth sense when she lied to him.She fought hard not to look away.Finally, he conceded their silent battle with a short nod.
Once he started the motorcycle, she climbed behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.He grabbed both of her ankles and moved her feet until the peg was in the arch of her sneakers.
It wasn't like she trusted Hunter.She had no choice.He was the only one who could get her back to her sister.
