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Beauty And The Biker

... going to run about a grand though." Holly's face turned ashen at that but she nodded her head. "I suppose I can pay it. I don't really have a choice, anyway. I just don't have anywhere to spend the night. Is there a motel around here?" That was something I hadn't considered. The only fleabag motel in that armpit of a town was infested with hookers and drug dealers. It was not the kind of place I was willing to drop her off at. Rather than having her decide to take the risk, I just shook my head. "I'm afraid not, but you can stay in my place above the garage. Why don't you stay here until morning. You can lock yourself in and you'll be fine." She was really nervous about it, but when I suggested she call her folks and tell them where she was, she finally accepted. I got her settled in, but part of me still didn't trust the Jackals. I ended up spending the night in the cab of my tow truck, just so I could keep an eye on the place. It wasn't the worst night sleep I've ever had, even though I've spent more than a few nights in the cab of my truck. I was more concerned with staying awake to make sure nothing happened. I must have gotten some shut eye, because I woke up to the sound of a bunch of damn birds chirping away. I had to just about drag myself out of my truck the next morning. I was stiff and sore and couldn't help but grumble under my breath about being such a nice guy. I mean, what the hell was the matter with me, anyway? I had a beautiful girl staying the night in my ...

... place and I chose to sleep in my truck? Since when did I become a chump? As I came up my apartment steps, I could hear Holly moving around inside. The way her face lit up when she opened the door, and the adorable bounce in her step as she moved aside to let me in, instantly washed away my irritation. I could only smile in return as she welcomed me into my own place. “Good morning, Jackson," she chirped happily. She seemed much more chipper and bubbly than I expected after the night she had. Her infectious and upbeat attitude had me smiling back like an idiot. “I found some coffee in the cabinet," she went on without missing a beat. "I hope you don't mind if I brewed a pot. I needed a cup after last night and I figured you'd probably want some too.” “Much needed,” I yawned, wondering if she hadn't already drank an entire pot. Holly continued to bounce around the small kitchenette as I shuffled over to get a cup. She was going on about not finding anything in the fridge for breakfast as I filled my mug. When I tipped it up and drained it, hot and black, Holly's eyes widened and a playful smile spread across her face. “Wow! I've never seen anyone drink their coffee so fast. Aren't you afraid you're going to burn yourself like that?" There was just a hint of both mirth and awe in her lyrical voice. Despite my bitter mood and aching back, I felt a rush of machismo fill my chest as she watched me refill the cup. "I hadn't even noticed," I replied as dispassionately as I could while ...