“I don’t see anything,” Keeland finally said. “I think your helmet saved you.”
He started to sit back, but Dom’s hands tightened around his waist, holding him right where he was. Keeland’s breath stuttered in his throat when Dom tilted his head back. Their faces were mere inches apart. Keeland could actually feel Dom’s hot breath blowing across his face.
“Um…we need…we should probably…uh…” Every single intelligent thought in Keeland’s mind narrowed down to the two luscious lips moving closer to him.
Gods, was Dom going to kiss him? Keeland couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. He—Keeland jumped and jerked back when another vehicle flew around the bend, horn blaring. His face heated up as he climbed to his feet, brushing his legs off before standing to his full height.
He nervously licked his lips, avoiding Dom’s intense stare as if his life depended on it. “I need to get back to work. Is your bike going to start, or do you need a ride into town? There’s a motorcycle shop a couple of blocks from my clinic. I’m sure they can give you some assistance.”
Dom smirked and pushed himself to his feet, then reached down for his helmet. “Yes, I know. I own that motorcycle shop.”
“You own the motorcycle shop on Fifth Street?”
“Well, my friend Chay and I do. Why?”
“No reason.” Keeland kicked at the dirt at his feet. He could still feel the heat flushing his face, and he knew Dom could see it as well. He couldn’t believe he’d almost let Dom kiss him. He barely knew the man.
Keeland wasn’t like that. He could count his sexual encounters on the fingers on one hand, with a couple of fingers amputated. He didn’t do one-night stands, bar hookups, or casual affairs. And Dom didn’t look as if he did anything else.
Dom squatted down to examine his motorcycle, grimacing a moment later. “The wheel is bent. It’s not drivable. I’ll have to get someone out here to tow it back into town.”
Keeland chewed on the end of his thumb. He was responsible for this and he knew it. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll pay for whatever damages there are.”
Dom heaved a deep breath and stood. He bent over, grabbed the bike, and pulled it up, then pushed it into the bushes just beyond the road. After slowly lowering the bike back down to the ground, he grabbed some branches from the ground and used them to hide the bike from view.
It was a pretty good idea. If someone was looking for it, they would find it. If not, they would drive right on by. Besides, having the bike hidden on a curve meant that any passing vehicles were going too fast to really see anything.
Once the bike was hidden from view, Keeland started back toward his truck. He did pause at the edge of the road and look both ways before crossing, just to be safe. He heard Dom chuckle as he followed Keeland across the road.
“So, why exactly were you standing in the middle of the road?”
Keeland rolled his eyes. “I was crossing the road, not standing in the middle of it.”
“Okay.” Dom chuckled again. He did that a lot. Keeland kind of wondered if he laughed at everything. Was the man ever serious? “So, why were you crossing the road, then?”
Keeland knew Dom would make fun of him for stopping for a kitten, so he didn’t say anything. He just pointed into the cab of the truck when they reached it. Dom frowned and leaned over to look through the window.
A slow grin started to spread across his lips as he glanced at Keeland. “Now, that”—Dom jabbed his finger at the kitten curled up on the seat—“is a good reason to stop in the middle of the road.”
