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“You.” He wrapped his arm around Lisbeth, who was torn between falling back into bed with this gorgeous man or jumping on his massive machine for the ride of her life.
They compromised by taking a shower, where she rode Samson’sothermassive machine while pinned against the tiles.
“Can’t wait to get you on the back of my bike.” Samson toweled her off, then himself.
She shifted a look between them. “You do realize we’re both naked, right?”
He grabbed her hand. “Then get dressed, but I sure wouldn’t care if you got on my Harley buck-ass naked.”
Lisbeth didn’t doubt his words because she knew nothing had fazed this man.
* * *
“Ever been on a motorcycle?” Samson asked as they stood next to his bike, its shiny chrome shimmering under the Vegas sun.
It looked even bigger than from her bedroom window.
“No.” She ran her hand over the wide leather seat, thankful for her long legs.
“It’s fuckin’ amazing. No matter how many times I ride, it still jacks me up. You’re gonna love it.”
“You never told me where we’re going.”
“It’s a surprise.”
Lisbeth had mixed emotions about surprises, especially since it was a word her father often used before springing his next get-rich-quick scheme on her and her mom. Like the time he surprised them with a video store just a few months before smart TVs and streaming made VCR tapes obsolete, or the protein drink he wanted to sell, only to find out it contained toxic chemicals from Mexico.
Now, her most recent surprise had Edward showing up at her door, then admitting his criminal activities while Samson lounged in her bed. No, surprises never worked out well for Lisbeth.
Samson kicked the growling beast to life, and she wrapped her arms around his waist and held on for dear life. By the time they hit Route 95, she had relaxed a bit. Then, in a sheer act of bravery, she let go of his waist and threw her arms over her head.
“This is amazing,” she yelled over the wind whipping around them.
Samson squeezed her thigh. “I knew you’d love it.”
A short time later, he pulled off the highway at the exit announcing Searchlight and onto a main street dotted with modern structures and Old West buildings. They passed a sign that read Oldest Living Ghost Town, an apt description for what once must’ve been a bustling gold-mining town.
Samson angled the bike onto a side street, then into a parking lot of Red’s River Saloon. Lisbeth couldn’t tell if the wooden structure was new but made to look old or if it was one of the original buildings.
She stretched out her lower back after she swung her leg over the bike. As much as Lisbeth enjoyed the ride, her spine was stiff.
“You’ll be looser on the way back.”
“Doesn’t matter. That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” Lisbeth’s words hit her and made her realize how true they were.
Samson led her into the saloon, complete with swinging half doors, rough plank floors, and an interior perfect for an Old-West party. Wagon wheels and snakeskins hung from the ceiling, amber lanterns glowed over an old-school wooden bar with a brass rail, and Wanted posters decorated the walls.
The place was empty, but Lisbeth had a feeling this bar didn’t come alive until later. Much later.
A bear-like man with a weathered face and a straggly beard zoned in on them, then threw down his dirty dish rag and spread his arms wide. “Samson, you crazy motherfucker, what the hell are you doin’ here?”
“Good to see you too, Red.”
“Shit, been at least a month.” Red came around the bar and wrapped his massive arms around Samson in a man-hug, which ended in some air boxing. “What’s the matter? We’re not good enough for you anymore since you got that fancy club in Vegas?”
“Nah, just been busy. I wanted to take a ride and missed your ugly face.”
“And who’s this delicate flower?” Red grinned, and yup, he had two gold teeth—like stepping back a century in time.
