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town, about a mile outside of the city limits,” Andy told him.
    “I’m bringing someone with me,” Morgan said. “She’s off-limits. Make sure everyone knows that.”
    “Like that, huh?”
    “She’s off-limits,” he repeated.
    “You know Rock ain’t going to like that.”
    “I’ll deal with Rock, or we’ll leave.”
    “I’ll tell him. You get your crazy ass on over here,” Andy said and hung up.
    Morgan pocketed his cell phone and looked back toward the service station. Amanda hadn’t reappeared yet. That bothered him. What was taking so long?
    She emerged from around the side of the building heading toward him. The bathroom must have been on the outside, he thought. When she grew closer, he noticed she looked as if she’d been crying.
    “Hell,” he said.
    “Did you catch up with your friends?” she asked as she picked up her backpack and put it back on.
    “Yeah, what’s wrong?” he asked.
    “Nothing, why?”
    “You’ve been crying,” he accused.
    “It’s just hormones. I can’t help it. Ignore me.”
    His lips thinned, but he didn’t say anything. He knew from experience if he pushed it she’d start crying again, but he didn’t buy it that she’d been crying for no reason. Something was bothering her, and he wanted to know what it was. He’d give her some time and then press her about it.
    “They’re at a bar called The Ugly Duck. It sounded rowdy over the phone, so stick close to me. You have any trouble, you bring it to me and let me take care of it. You can’t afford to get into a fight with anyone,” he told her.
    “Don’t worry. I don’t plan to get in a fight.” She smiled a tremulous smile.
    “Sometimes you don’t have to do anything to end up in a fight in a place like this.”
    She climbed on behind him and hugged up close to him. The feel of her breasts pressed against his back stirred more than his cock. He couldn’t afford to become attached to her. She would be having another man’s baby and leaving soon. All he was doing was protecting her against the baby’s father until she could get somewhere safe and have the baby, nothing more. Right, he thought to himself. That was going to happen.

Chapter Eight

    Amanda climbed off the bike and removed her backpack. She unbuckled the helmet and handed it to Morgan as soon as he held out his hand. She couldn’t help but tremble at the sight of so many bikes surrounding them in the parking lot of the bar. She’d never been around bikers before, much less a gang of them. There had to be thirty or forty people inside that little building. She’d never be able to breathe, much less walk, without touching someone. The tiniest of fears began to build inside her gut. She couldn’t do this. There were too many people in there.
    “Whoa there,” Morgan said, catching her as she swayed. “What’s wrong?”
    “I don’t think I can go in there,” she said in a small voice.
    “Why not?”
    “It’s too small, and there are too many people inside.”
    “It will be okay. Just give it a try, and if you can’t handle it, we’ll leave and get a room for the night.” Morgan smoothed a lock of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.
    “I’ll try, but I don’t do well in tight places, and I’m already antsy,” she warned him.
    “Good enough. Let’s go. Remember, stay close to me.”
    “Don’t worry,” she murmured as they approached the building.
    Morgan pushed open the door and ushered her inside. He kept a hand on her waist at all times. She made sure that some part of her was touching him at all times. The inside of the building looked larger than it had on the outside. There was more room than she had first thought. Morgan pushed his way through the milling crowd to the back of the building, where several pool tables were being used.
    Twice, she felt a hand give her ass a quick squeeze, but she didn’t acknowledge it or say anything to Morgan. It wasn’t worth a fight. She’d been felt up before. It