Free Saving Dallas by Kim Jones Page A

the opportunity of truth.  Looking at him now, I felt nothing.  I had stopped feeling for him a long time ago, but it sure was nice to see a familiar face, and his was a nice one to look at. 
    “What are you doing here?” he asked me.  Letting his eyes travel over my body.  I had matured a lot since the twelfth grade, and he was taking notice.  Sam had matured a lot also.  His blonde curly hair was still wild and untamed, but his skin was sun kissed, and his shirt bulged from his muscles.  I noticed we seemed to be the only two in the building who looked as if they didn’t belong. 
    “Maybe I should ask you the same question ,” I responded.
    “My little brother is playing in the band.  Skill-Saw is what they are calling themselves.  I guess joints like this are there only takers ,” he said laughing.  His laugh was contagious as I joined in with him.  I happened to look across the bar and saw Luke glaring at me.  His face was that of stone, but his eyes were full of fire.  He shook his head from side to side as if telling me “no” about something.  I quickly averted my eyes, looking at anything but him.
    “That your new boyfriend?” Sam asked, nodding his head towards Luke, but never taking his eyes off of me. 
    “No, just a friend ,” I said, looking down at my beer.  I tried focusing all my attention on removing the label from the bottle.
    “Could have fooled me.  The way he looks at you is the way a man looks at a woman who belongs to him ,” Sam said.  I looked up to see him staring at me intently. 
    “Well, I may be considered his property, but I most definitely do not belong to him ,” I said defiantly. 
    “Ah, gotta love the biker world,” Sam said, taking a long pull from the bottle of water he was holding.
    “And just what do you know about the biker world?” I asked.  I knew that Sam had walked out on a full athletic scholarship to a four year university to move to Hawaii and become a surfer, but I had no i dea he had any knowledge of this life.
    “I watch a lot of T.V. ,” he said grinning at me like we were fifteen again.  I smiled at him.  He had always been so easy to talk to.
      My frustration seemed to have lifted somewhat, until a deep voice spoke into my ear, “Let’s go.”  Before I could jerk my head around, to see who it was, Luke had me by my arm pulling me from my spot at the bar.  I had not even recognized his voice.  I could feel the tension radiating through his body.  I half expected Sam to come to my rescue, but was somewhat relieved, yet disappointed when I turned to see him still sitting at the bar as if nothing happened.  Luke pulled me through the door never letting go of my arm.  I had to practically run to keep up with him.  Excitement coursed through my veins at the feel of his touch.  I didn’t care if the touch was forceful or not, it felt so good to be this close to him, too good. 
    “Get inside ,” Luke barked to the two guys out front.  Without a single question, they immediately went inside.  I found myself shoved up against the front of the building.  Luke’s hands were on either side of the wall by my head casing me in.  “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked in a surprisingly calm voice.  I couldn’t speak.  His eyes glared deep into mine as if in search of an answer.   “Answer me,” he snapped, no longer in a calm manner. 
    “I don’t know ,” I replied, not sure what was a right answer.  I’m not sure why, but just like at my house the sound of his demanding voice had me wanting to take him right there.
    “You don’t know?  You trying to make an ass out of me , Dallas?  You are here with me and only me.  I will not tolerate you hanging all over another man in my presence.  Do you understand?”
    “I wasn’t hanging on ...”  Luke slapped the wall beside my head, cutting me off in mid conversation and causing me to jump.
    “Yes or no?” he growled.  I could tell that this was not