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The name suited her.

Tara was hot as fuck, and she was going to be mine.

Chapter Three

Tara

“This is not something a hermit does,” I whispered.

I raised my hand to knock and wrapped my knuckles on the door two times. Yup, I knocked on Red’s front door to give him back his shirt and a beer as a thank you. It had killed me to wash his shirt, but I knew I needed to return it to him. He didn’t need to know I had slept in it two nights in a row before finally washing it.

“Hermits do not knock on Hottie McBiker’s door,” I muttered. “Nope, they most certainly do not.”

“You talking to yourself, baby?”

I whirled around and clutched the cleaned shirt and beer to my chest. “Jesus! Where the hell did you come from?” I gasped.

Red chuckled and wiped his hands on a rag. “I live here, baby. I was in the garage working on my bike,” he explained. He sauntered over to me and leaned against the step railing.

“Makes sense,” I muttered.

“You lock yourself out again?” He looked me up and down. “At least you’re dressed this time.”

I was dressed in a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a black tank top, but I didn’t lock myself out again. “I actually hid a key outside in case I do that again.”

“Smart,” he smirked.

I thrust the shirt and beer out to him. “I just came over to return your shirt, and thank you again for helping me the other day. I’m sure I must have looked like a crazy person.”

Red looked at the shirt and beer, then his eyes connected with mine. “You looked like something, baby, but it sure wasn’t crazy. A wet dream might fit better.”

“Oh, uh, I…” What was I supposed to say? I knew I should have been offended, but this god of a man telling me I looked like a wet dream was not insulting at all.

“You can keep the shirt.”

I tipped my head to the side. “Um, why? And I also brought you a beer.”

Red shook his head. “Shirt looked a fuck of a lot better on you, and I’m about to go for a ride,” he explained.

“But the beer is a thank you,” I offered. I wasn’t going to argue with him to take the shirt. I offered it, and he told me to keep it. What was I to do but keep it and sleep in it for the rest of my life?

“Baby, a beer is not what I want from you.”

The butterflies in my stomach took off. “I just want to say thank you.”

He straightened and tucked the rag in his back pocket. “Come for a ride with me. That can be a start to you saying thank you.”

“A ride? Where are we going?”

Red nodded and grabbed the beer and shirt from me. He set the beer on the porch step and held his hand out to me. “Wherever the wind takes us.”

Chapter Four

Red

“I, uh.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the steps. I tossed my shirt over her fence and stopped once we stood beside my bike. “You got something you need to be doing right now?” I asked.

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