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Cheyenne heaved her bag over her shoulder and stomped past both of them. Luckily, they shifted out of her way because she was prepared to plow through them. She treaded heavily all the way past the kitchen, tossing the doors open and slamming them against the wall. There were only a few people in the diner, but all of them turned to watch her. She whipped around to face them, watching Deb and Trax emerge from the kitchen.
“I will never eat here again. And I will be leaving a one-star review on Yelp!” It was a lame statement, but it was all she had.
She pushed the door open with force and stormed out. She only made it a few feet down the sidewalk before she was halted by Trax’s firm grip on her arm. She tugged away from his hold, but he refused to let go.
“Get off me.”
“Chey, baby, calm down.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, and do not call me baby,” she shouted, continuing her effort to get his hand off her arm. She tried to pry his fingers, but it was impossible. “Terms of endearment are meant for people you like, and you certainly proved you think nothing of me.”
“Chey.” It was a plea.
“No.” She pointed in his face with her free hand. “You hurt me tonight, and I don’t like you anymore.” It was juvenile but honest.
His face softened, and he stepped closer but didn’t pull her into him. “Please, just let me take you back to the club to your car. Don’t like the idea of you riding alone in a cab.”
“A hell of a lot safer than being around you.” She twisted her lips.
He sighed and pulled her into his chest. “Please, let me take ya.” His hand grazed her hair away from her eyes and slid down her cheek. She tried her best to ignore the shiver rolling over her skin from his touch. “Then you can go, and I won’t bother you again.”
He was lying. She could feel it. She glanced down the empty road and bit her lip. If she called a cab, it would probably take about twenty minutes. Waiting in the diner was no longer an option, thanks to him. She could try calling Macy again. However, she’d still have to go to the club, and he’d be there, probably waiting by her car.
She slumped her shoulders in defeat. “Fine. But you are not allowed to talk to me. I mean it, not one word.”
He held on to her for another second before nodding, releasing her arm and walking to his bike. He kept glancing back at her as if watching her to see if she was going to bolt again. The thought had crossed her mind, but what was the point, really? Most likely he could outrun her. She was so damn tired, it was time to throw up her white flag.
****
This was not how he had planned for the night to go down. Chasing, fighting, and now kidnapping. Just another eventful night in his life. He was surprised he’d even gotten her onto the back of his bike. He was prepared for at least one more chase down Main Street, but she surprised him when she followed him to where he was parked. She made no effort to hide her unhappiness with the situation. She barely held on to his waist during the entire ride. All the small tricks he’d used the other day hadn’t worked this time. He finally settled into the fact that if he continued shifting gears to get her closer, it might backfire with her falling off the motorcycle. He was learning Cheyenne was quite stubborn when she was pissed off.
They had been driving for fifteen minutes before he turned onto his street. He knew the second she realized he wasn’t taking her back to the club. Her body shifted, most likely from her looking around the neighborhood.
He’d bought the house three years ago. While he enjoyed his time at the clubhouse, he was getting tired of the late-night parties and the lack of privacy. Sometimes he needed his space, and this place was perfect. It was close to the club, and it had a detached two-car garage, perfect for his bike, the one he was restoring, and his truck. It also served as his garage for repairs. The house wasn’t anything special. It was a small cape that needed work, but it had a new roof, and structurally, it was sound.
He pulled into his driveway, past the house, and into the backyard where the garage was. He angled his bike and turned off the ignition. He geared up for what he knew was about to happen. He waited for her to get off, but she didn’t. He glanced over his shoulder and was met with a harsh glare.
“You lied to me.”
“No, technically, I changed my mind. But since you told me I couldn’t talk to you, I couldn’t mention my change of plans.”
She narrowed her gaze. “I knew you were lying.”
He chuckled. She was so damn cute with her scrunched face. “And yet ya still got on my bike.”
“Yep, makes me an idiot. You must be so proud, proving I’m a moron.”
“I don’t think that, Chey.”
She huffed and dismounted, whispering under her breath, “Yes, you do.”
He would have rather had her screaming and berating him than feeling as if he thought she was stupid. It couldn’t be further from how he saw her. Aside from her beauty and kind heart, she was smart. He knew it from talking to her and listening to the way she spoke to others.
He got off his bike and then stalked toward her just as she removed her helmet. He clasped his hand through hers and squeezed. She had no idea what she meant to him. In such a short time, he’d decided a life without her wasn’t happening. He’d take any means necessary to not let her get away. I can’t lose her.
“I don’t think you’re stupid. I tricked you, and for as shitty as it is, I’m not apologizing. That makes me an asshole.” He lifted their enclosed hands and brushed her jaw with the back of his hand. “But it sure as fuck doesn’t make you dumb. Ya got me?”
Her eyes softened slightly, but she seemed to catch herself and turned away from his touch. He liked that. She wasn’t willing to forgive and forget. It was good. It showed she had fire and wouldn’t take his shit. He pulled her toward the garage, dropping her hand to open it.
