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feel like that. She could feel him react to
her remark but he didn’t say anything.
    “I don’t care. I am not going in there,” said Summer. “Take
me to a motel.”
    Wilson arched his brow.
    “Do they get physical? Is your mother in danger? Or your
father for that matter?” he chuckled.
    “No they just get super loud. I wish one of them would kill
the other,” Summer grumbled.
    “Hey,” Wilson chastised sharply.
    Then he softened his tone.
    “You are quite correct. We are strangers. But I promise you,
you can trust me. If you really can’t go inside and since I am not sure I trust
you not to walk off again, you can crash at my place. It’s not far from here,”
he said. “In fact it’s practically around the block.”
    “Well,” she smiled inside the helmet. “That’s mighty
neighborly of you.”
    Summer felt like an alien talking to him with the helmet.
    He gripped her arm firmly. “I say it again. You can trust
me. But if this happens again, you are not to go off with the first guy who
gives you a ride. And you are not to go to Rowdy’s again.”
    Wilson started up the bike again and once again they were
off. Summer didn’t care if she never went to Rowdy’s again - for nightlife; she
intended to apply for a job there -- but riding off with Wilson was surreal. It
was like a sweet movie come true. She was a grown up. She felt so adult. She
was filled with adult feelings. As her thighs gripped his hips, Summer realized
she ached for him. She wanted him. And when she got to his house, she was going
to seduce him.

Chapter Three
     
    Summer tried to imagine what sort of place he would keep. As
they sliced through the street, she pictured a house maybe with roommates. But
Wilson lived in an efficiency. Her surprise must have shown for he answered a
question without her having to ask it.
    “I am divorced,” he said. “It’s been a while. But she wiped
me out. What can I say?”
    Summer lingered at the entrance of the apartment. She
wondered who on earth would leave him? He was so handsome. So cute. She
thought, just by the way he took charge of things, he was pretty smart.
    “Come on in,” he said. “I promise it’s safe. I am safe.”
    His apartment was unbelievably tidy. The walls were
decorated with motorcycle memorabilia. In particular, there was a logo. The
Phantom Angels. Did Wilson belong to a gang?
    “What’s this?” she asked, a little nervous that this man
might indeed be dangerous.
    He chuckled softly.
    “That’s the emblem for my club. I am the captain of the
Phantom Angels. It’s a motorcycle club. You know Rowdy’s is a biker bar,
right?”
    Summer shrugged. Wilson paused, looking at her with a
faraway look in his eye.
    “You really are innocent, aren’t you?” he asked.
    Summer didn’t really feel innocent. She felt like a woman.
The biker club made him more intriguing. She ran her fingers on a leather vest
hanging on a pub rack at the entry. She processed. Of course Rowdy’s was a
biker bar. That’s why all the guys looked the way they did.
    “So what does a motorcycle club do?” she asked.
    The question flooded her with excitement. And when he cut
his sparkling eyes to her, smiling.
    “We’re not big bad wolves, if that’s what you’re wondering,”
he said with a tilt of his head.
    “What do you do? Just hang out?” she asked.
    “More or less. Ride. Road trips. It’s a camaraderie thing,”
he said. “We are there for each other.”
    Just like Wilson had been for her that night. Safely getting
her where she needed to be. He opened a closet and pulled out as set of sheets.
    “I’ll sleep on the couch. You can sleep on the bed. You’re
in luck,” he said. “I just made up the bed with clean sheets this morning.”
    He laughed.
    “Seriously,” he said. “I think you need to call your folks.
Let them know you are okay.”
    Now she laughed. “They’re probably passed out; something
they do when they run out of booze. They’re not waking