Patience: Biker Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Davida Lynn
my eyes went wide. Two large, black handguns were the only things inside my glove box.
Why in the hell did I have two guns in there? Why in the hell didn’t I have any identification? There wasn’t a wallet, a purse, even one bill or letter with my name and address on it. I was more lost than I was before. Why would some biker cock chaser need two guns, let alone one? Did I know how to use them, was I holding them for someone, had I shot someone?
Before we arrived at the bar, I was a mystery woman with a nickname. After sitting in front of the bar, I was still a mystery woman, but now I had a car and two guns. Thunder raised his hands to either side of him outside of my car, “Well? Are we gonna be formally introduced?”
I looked up, startled. I don’t know why, but my heart raced. My eyes darted all around as I tried to think through things. With no idea what to say to Thunder, I looked down to see that I was picking at my fingernails hard. Oh good, I have a nervous tic. I was learning so much about myself. I didn’t want to tell Thunder about the guns. I don’t know why, but it was like my mind was screaming at me, and I was barely picking up the sound. Was there some reason buried deep in the dark recesses of my mind?
I didn’t know the answer. What else was new? I looked at Thunder through the windshield of my car and tried to read him. Did he know the guns were in there? Had he put them there? Were they there as protection from him? Until I could answer at least one of those questions, I decided to lie. Was it a lie, though, if you had no memory? I didn’t have time for philosophical questions, even though they rained down on me like a summer storm.
Closing the glovebox with care, I shook my head. “I don’t think there’s anything in here that will help.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, so I didn’t feel too badly. He nodded, and I was watching him more closely than ever. Thunder stayed leaning back against the wall of the bar. I was at a dead end.
There was nothing comforting about the car, but I did feel better with a bit of distance between me and Thunder. Fear and doubt are taking over my mind. I felt more afraid knowing I had two guns in my car than when I woke up next to a stranger. Maybe it was something more than memory. Maybe it was instinct. Whatever it was, I needed some time to myself. I needed some time away from Thunder. It wouldn’t be for long, though. Somebody at the Watering Hole has to know something. As soon as the place opened up that night, I’d be back.
In the meantime, though, I thought it best to leave Thunder be. My feelings about him swung back and forth like a pendulum out of control. Get rid of him, but be cool about it.
I stepped from the car with my keys in hand. Thunder pushed off of the wall, and I thought I saw suspicion in his eyes. He seemed more menacing, but I tried to tell myself that was fear.
“Still a stranger?”
“It seems that way. Look, Thunder. I really can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done.” It was the beginning of my speech to wrap things up.
A half smile appeared, “It’s nothing, really.”
“It’s not nothing.” I was trying to wrap it up, anyway. “Not everyone would’ve done that. Shit, I bet one in ten thousand would have done what you did. You’re a good man, Thunder.”
I stayed standing next to the driver’s side, the car door between us. He took a step forward and leaned his hands on the top of the door, “This feels like goodbye to me.” I was almost certain something was up. I tried to keep eye contact with him, even though his stare was rougher than sandpaper.
Nodding, “Just for the moment, I think. I’m going to head home and shower. Maybe if I clean up the car, I’ll come across something. Either way, though, I’ll be back here tonight. Somebody must know the real me, right?” I try to keep my voice light. Thunder was a little too close for comfort.
After a few tense seconds, he
Why in the hell did I have two guns in there? Why in the hell didn’t I have any identification? There wasn’t a wallet, a purse, even one bill or letter with my name and address on it. I was more lost than I was before. Why would some biker cock chaser need two guns, let alone one? Did I know how to use them, was I holding them for someone, had I shot someone?
Before we arrived at the bar, I was a mystery woman with a nickname. After sitting in front of the bar, I was still a mystery woman, but now I had a car and two guns. Thunder raised his hands to either side of him outside of my car, “Well? Are we gonna be formally introduced?”
I looked up, startled. I don’t know why, but my heart raced. My eyes darted all around as I tried to think through things. With no idea what to say to Thunder, I looked down to see that I was picking at my fingernails hard. Oh good, I have a nervous tic. I was learning so much about myself. I didn’t want to tell Thunder about the guns. I don’t know why, but it was like my mind was screaming at me, and I was barely picking up the sound. Was there some reason buried deep in the dark recesses of my mind?
I didn’t know the answer. What else was new? I looked at Thunder through the windshield of my car and tried to read him. Did he know the guns were in there? Had he put them there? Were they there as protection from him? Until I could answer at least one of those questions, I decided to lie. Was it a lie, though, if you had no memory? I didn’t have time for philosophical questions, even though they rained down on me like a summer storm.
Closing the glovebox with care, I shook my head. “I don’t think there’s anything in here that will help.” It wasn’t exactly a lie, so I didn’t feel too badly. He nodded, and I was watching him more closely than ever. Thunder stayed leaning back against the wall of the bar. I was at a dead end.
There was nothing comforting about the car, but I did feel better with a bit of distance between me and Thunder. Fear and doubt are taking over my mind. I felt more afraid knowing I had two guns in my car than when I woke up next to a stranger. Maybe it was something more than memory. Maybe it was instinct. Whatever it was, I needed some time to myself. I needed some time away from Thunder. It wouldn’t be for long, though. Somebody at the Watering Hole has to know something. As soon as the place opened up that night, I’d be back.
In the meantime, though, I thought it best to leave Thunder be. My feelings about him swung back and forth like a pendulum out of control. Get rid of him, but be cool about it.
I stepped from the car with my keys in hand. Thunder pushed off of the wall, and I thought I saw suspicion in his eyes. He seemed more menacing, but I tried to tell myself that was fear.
“Still a stranger?”
“It seems that way. Look, Thunder. I really can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done.” It was the beginning of my speech to wrap things up.
A half smile appeared, “It’s nothing, really.”
“It’s not nothing.” I was trying to wrap it up, anyway. “Not everyone would’ve done that. Shit, I bet one in ten thousand would have done what you did. You’re a good man, Thunder.”
I stayed standing next to the driver’s side, the car door between us. He took a step forward and leaned his hands on the top of the door, “This feels like goodbye to me.” I was almost certain something was up. I tried to keep eye contact with him, even though his stare was rougher than sandpaper.
Nodding, “Just for the moment, I think. I’m going to head home and shower. Maybe if I clean up the car, I’ll come across something. Either way, though, I’ll be back here tonight. Somebody must know the real me, right?” I try to keep my voice light. Thunder was a little too close for comfort.
After a few tense seconds, he
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