Page 100 of Truck Stop Titan

“In the club, do you pass around women?”

“Where the hell did that come from?” His phone buzzed. He ignored it, leaning back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Just humor me.”

“Sure. It happens. ’Lotta women out there looking for the wrong kind of validation. Too many men take advantage of that vulnerability.”

“Okay. So, say one of you has a girlfriend. Or a wife. Do you share her? With your guys, I mean.”

A vein popped in his neck, his jaw working back and forth. “Moriah. What’s this about?”

“How are women treated?”

His phone buzzed again. His gaze never left mine, though he blinked, clearly irritated.

“You can check that. It’s fine.” I pushed from the table. “Actually. I insist. Check your phone. Might be important.” I stacked my full plate on top of his empty and headed for the sink.

After releasing a loud sigh, he asked. “What’s going on?”

I dropped the dishes in the basin, turned, gripped the counter behind me. “I bumped into your friend today on my lunch.”

“I don’t have friends.”

“That guy I met at the Truck Stop. Hammer.”

Dane turned sideways in his chair, elbows to knees, hands hanging loose. “What do you mean you bumped into him.”

“Well. He bumped into me, I guess. I was having lunch at the park, near the water. He made himself comfortable.”

“How comfortable?”

“Enough to get in my head, if I’m being honest.”

Two heartbeats and he stood before me, feet bracing mine, hands on my hips. “What the fuck did he do?”

I gave the dirty details of my scary exchange with his biker buddy, leaving out the part where I lost my lunch.

Eyes pinched, Dane drew three deep breaths through his nose before saying, “Don’t pay any mind to that shit he spewed. He’s gets off on messing with people.” His words came forced, an attempt to calm my nerves, the tremble in his voice only fueling my unease.

Dane must have read my worry. He sighed. Scratched at his beard. “Hammer told me they’d be passing through town.”

“Well…he was upset you haven’t returned his calls.”

Dane tapped his cell. Thumbed the screen, studying the call records, I assumed.

His face reddened. My guts twisted.

I turned back to the sink. Water on. Rinse. Rinse. Stack.

Warm muscle pressed against my backside, strong arms coiling my waist. Dane scrubbed his beard against my neck sending ferocious tingles through my body.

His hands splayed across my abdomen. When he kissed the sensitive skin behind my ear, my knees buckled.

Holding me steady and upright, he whispered, “I’m sorry he scared you, gorgeous.”

“I know.”

“I need to take care of something.”

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