Without saying another word, Dennis got back on his bike and drove off.
Hatch turned to face me, and I bit my lip as he pulled a card out of his vest pocket and handed it to me. “I’m sorry my boys scared you, sweetheart. If you ever need any work done on your car, you call that number, and we’ll take care of you, free of charge”
“No, that’s okay.”
“Take it,” Hatch insisted. “You’re right. And Archer here’s going to spend the next week in a motorcycle safety class.”
“What?” Archer bit out.
Hatch glanced up at him and smiled. “With me.”
“What about the shop? I have clients.”
“Reschedule them.Afteryou call Devlin and tell her what you’ve done. Or I can,” Hatch warned.
“Fuck.”
Hatch waved the card toward me again, and I took it with a nod. “Um…I don’t know what to say.”
“Just promise you’ll use it if you ever need it,” the man said.
“Um, okay.”
“Do you know how to get out of here?”
I glanced around and suddenly realized I didn’t actually know where I was. I grimaced. “I’m sure my GPS can guide me.”
“Arch, show her back to the freeway entrance,” Hatch said. “Think you can do that without pissing her off any further?”
Archer sighed. “Yeah, Hatch, I can do that.”
“Good.” Hatch nodded, before walking away
I was now left alone with Archer, and the consequences of my impulsive actions were now staring me directly in my face.
* * *
Archer
“You a nurse or something?” I asked the hot as fuck pterodactyl.
“Or something,” she retorted.
“Look—”
“Archer Austin Carver!” my mother bellowed as she came rushing out the side door of the clubhouse. “What the hell is this bullshit about you racing on the freeway like a fucking maniac? Almost killing a lady.”
I took a deep breath in through my nose and tried not to completely lose my shit in front of the beautiful woman. “Hatch overreacted.”
“He really didn’t,” the woman countered.
“Okay, can we take all of this down a notch?” I asked.
Mom reached us with a frown and crossed her arms. “Talk, kid. Now.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’m gonna do that.”
“Speeds close to ninety, weaving in and out of traffic, passing on the left shoulder, nearly taking out my side mirror, playing motorcycle leapfrog,” the woman tattled.
