Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Crap. This was bad. Using both hands, I felt my way to the handlebars. As I wrapped my hands around the grips, a blast of pleasure surged through me. It felt so good that I closed my eyes. I could almost feel the wind blowing through my hair. The sudden vision of a truck swerving into my lane sent a spike of adrenalin through my body, and I jerked my hands away, my breath heaving.
“What was that?” He almost sounded concerned.
I bit my lips. “I think I saw the truck that nearly killed you. But this time I got a look at the driver. It’s definitely a man, because he had a beard, and he wore a ball cap and dark glasses.”
Stone’s brows rose. “Okay, that’s actually helpful, but still not much to go on.” He paused, eyes narrowing. “But I guess if you saw that, then it’s possible you might actually pick something up at the bomb site. If we’re lucky.” He shrugged, like it was a long-shot.
“Rude.” I glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest.
His brows rose. “What? I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It just seems like your visions aren’t always crystal clear.” His lips twisted. “It kind of sounds like a crap shoot to me, but if you saw the driver, then maybe we can figure it out.”
“Of course we can. I wouldn’t be doing this if I couldn’t.”
“All right. Well then, let’s go.” His brow cleared, and he sent me a nod. “Have you ever ridden a bike before?”
“Uh… no.”
He flipped the pegs down on both sides of the bike. “That’s where you’ll put your feet, and you’ll be holding onto me. A motorcycle is a lot like a bicycle, so you need to lean with the bike. Just hold onto me and go with the flow. Got it?”
I barely kept from rolling my eyes. “I’m sure I can handle it.”
He met my gaze, and his lips twitched. “Good. And one more thing.”
I lifted a brow. “What?”
“Hold on tight. It wouldn’t look good for me if you fell off.” He snickered, and I barely refrained from smacking him.
He held the spare helmet out to me and I hesitated. If I touched it, would I see a vision of all the other women he’d taken on his bike? It had to be a possibility since he had a helmet that was just the right size for a woman to wear. How was I going to put that on my head and not see something? This was terrible. “Do I need to wear that?”
He glanced at the helmet as if seeing it for the first time. “You’re afraid of this?” Understanding dawned, and his eyes narrowed. “You don’t want to see who wore it last.” He smirked. “Why? You think it belongs to my girlfriend?”
My stomach jolted. “You have a girlfriend?”
He frowned. “Why is that so hard to believe?”
“No reason… I just…you seem too… uh… busy, I guess.” I barely managed to keep from saying arrogant and egotistical, but it was close. Besides that, he’d almost kissed me in his apartment. What kind of guy goes after another woman when he’s already seeing someone?
He shook his head, so I reached for the helmet. “Here. Give me that. At least if your girlfriend wants you dead, I can warn you, right?” I grabbed the helmet and braced for the vision of a beautiful woman smiling at him with adoration glowing in her eyes. Nothing. Crap. Now that I’d made such a big deal out of it, I had to say something. “I guess you’re in luck.”
He smirked. “You didn’t see anything, did you?”
I huffed, but since he’d spot the lie, I had to give in. “No, I didn’t. So let’s go already.”
While he closed the trunk, I tried to slip the helmet on, but it was like stuffing my head into a soup can. It was either going to rip my ears off or pull my hair out in chunks. “Are you sure this will fit me?”
Stone glanced my way and his lips twisted, but he managed to keep a straight face. “Here. Put it on from the back like this.” Stone guided me through the process, and I finally had it on my head with my ears still attached.
“You fasten the chin strap on the side.”
I felt for it, but couldn’t find the snap.
He pushed my hands away. “Here… I’ll do it.” He fastened the strap together and stepped away. “Leave the visor up until we get going. Then just flip it down.”
“Okay.”
“After I’m on the bike, step on the peg, here, and swing your leg over the back.”
“Sure.” I waited while he got on the bike. Ready, he held out his arm for me to grab, and I stepped on the peg. I had to brace both of my hands on his shoulders before I could swing my leg over the seat.