Hit & Run Bride (Hit & Run Bride Contemporary Romance Series) Read Free Page A

space at the far corner of the lot, he double-timed it. He was already late for his class. The club manager would not be impressed.
    He hit the gas, and too late, saw a car coming from the other direction with the same intention. He curved and braked, halfway into the parking space when the owner of the car saw him. Her eyes popped wide and her mouth formed a perfect O as she slammed on her brakes. Her front bumper connected with his rear tire, sending him careening into the curb.
    His back wheel went sideways but he saved the bike from going down. Killing the engine, he parked the bike and hopped off to look at the damage.
    Great. Just what he needed. The wheel was okay, with only some paint scraped off the fender, but she’d over-steered, trying to avoid him and bumped into the end of the bike rack sitting there, creasing her front bumper. His motorcycle wasn’t anything special—but she was driving a Mercedes CLA. A lower end model, but still, they’d have to replace the entire bumper for that little crease. Luckily, she didn’t appear to be hurt. Her air bag hadn’t even gone off.
    But he was definitely going to be late for class.
    The woman put the car in park, the front end half up on the curb and the back hanging out of the parking space. “I’m so sorry,” she said, bailing out and frowning at the scrapes on his fender. “You came out of nowhere. You really should slow down.”
    He turned to give her an earful and fell silent. She was barely five foot two. Dark brown curly hair fell in waves around her face. She had dark brown eyes. And curves. Jesus, God, the woman had beautiful curves.
    She wasn’t the usual type the Athletic Club attracted, but he needed to hold his tongue. Telling off a client wasn’t good business, and the club manager would hear about it if he said anything out of line. “My fault. Give me your number, and I’ll have my insurance take care of it.”
    She hesitated. “I don’t give my number out to strangers.”
    “You ran into me, and I’m offering to take care of the damages. What’s the problem?”
    “I wouldn’t have run into you if you hadn’t stolen my parking space right out from under me.”
    “I didn’t steal the space, and I’m going to be late to class. How about if I leave my contact information at the front desk, and you can do what you like about getting your car fixed?”
    “You’re not the only one who’s late here. Look, aren’t we supposed to wait for the police or something?”
    “Police don’t give tickets in a parking lot fender-bender. It’s your word against mine, and right now, my word is that you ran into me, so even if they did show up, they’d ticket you.” Her look of consternation made him soften. “I’ve got to go. I work here, so you know where to find me if you want me to cover the bill. That’s the best I can offer.”
    He hiked up the straps of his backpack and took off at a slow jog. Of course, the parking lot was half a mile long. He’d made it halfway to the front door when he heard footsteps running behind him.
    She was breathing heavy. “Hey, you can’t just…” She huffed and held up a hand. “Run off. I’m not done with you.” She put a hand on her stomach and dragged in several more labored breaths. “You admitted guilt. So they’d give you the ticket.”
    Admitted guilt? Jeez, what had he gotten himself into? “Are you okay?”
    She waved a petite hand in the air and bent at the waist. “Why does running hurt so much, damn it? Leave your information, and I’ll grab it after my class.”
    Of course, he felt sorry for her. With her fancy car…he doubted she had a care in the world. But hells bells, she was out of shape. He couldn’t exactly leave her gasping for air...she might accuse him of giving her a heart attack.
    He wanted to take her arm, help her up. Best not to. She might add inappropriate touching to his list of offenses. And damn it if he didn’t want to touch her.
    “Do you need help