Her face turned pink.“I don’t know.”
Hawkeye scowled, “How do you not know your shoe size?”He watched her.Looking for any sign she was lying.She stared at the ground as she lifted her shoulders and let them fall.
“How do you buy shoes?You have had shoes before?”Shotgun asked, his voice gentle in a way Hawkeye had only seen him be with Taylynn and Andy
“I’ve had shoes.”Her voice was a little stronger, even if she never looked up at either of them.
“How do you get new shoes?”Shotgun asked with a patience Hawkeye wasn’t sure he’d ever seen from the big man.
The woman lifted her head slightly but kept her gaze downcast.“I’ve never hadnewshoes,”
Shotgun’s brows lifted until, in combination with his shaved head, he resembled a surprised bowling ball.He met Hawkeye’s gaze.Neither one of them knew what was going on, but they didn’t have time to find out now.
Shotgun broke the staring contest.
He reached up and flipped the collar of the woman’s dress out, letting the fabric slide through his fingers as she flinched away.
“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.I was just looking for a tag so I could check the size.”
“No tags.”Her voice was even softer than before.
“All right, I guess we do this the hard way.”Shotgun pulled a pen from somewhere inside his cut.“Hold still a second this won’t hurt.”He moved behind her and Hawkeye watched as Shotgun held one arm with straight fingers flat against her back and lined up the tips with one shoulder then used the pen to mark where her other shoulder hit.Then he did something similar with one of her feet and the flat of his hand.
“I’ll be back in a few ...no promises on how fashionable it will be.”
“I don’t give a shit about fashion, as long as she’s safe & warm,” Hawkeye called at the other man’s back.
Chapter Eight
Delilah kept her gazelowered even as they questioned her.She wanted to say not to spend money on her.She didn’t want to owe them any more than she already did, because she had no way to pay them back.
She had nothing.She had the clothes on her back, a few skills that were mostly outdated, and her body.Still, she remained silent as the men growled at each other and mostly ignored her.
When one of them marched off toward the store and the man who took her from the building shouted after him, Delilah let some of the tension drain from her shoulders.If they weren’t yelling at each other, they weren’t as likely to start fighting, at least in her experience.She did not want to be caught in between two men fighting.Never again.
The man—she really needed a name for him—turned back to the gas pump.Without his attention on her, she could look around some.She glanced around at what might be the biggest gas station she’d ever been to.The man did something to the pump, then put the nozzle in the tank on the motorcycle she still sat on.She glanced at him, careful not to meet his eyes.Warren had beaten her bad every time she’d done that, even accidentally.
