Free Riding Danger (BBW Biker Romance) by Adriana Hunter Page A

you can help me out.” He hit the mute button and waited.
    With a sigh, Morris came back. “Here’s what I can do. If we can get the information we need and use you to get us inside, I can guarantee you immunity. For now, I can tell you I’ll do my best. That’s all I’ve got until I know what you have for us.” There was another pause. “Come on, Dawson, work with me here. Give me twenty-four hours. I’ll get you a safe house and I’ll see if I can’t get you immunity. We’ll work from there.”
    Jace growled, his expression twisted. “I’ll have my phone on me and I’ll be waiting for your call.” He hung up and shook his head, trying to clear his mind before he looked up and faced Piper, whose worried eyes burned a hole through his heart.
    “Do you have a backpack?” he asked her, his voice heavy with resignation.
    Piper nodded. “Yeah, you need it?”
    “No, you do. You’re coming with me.”
    * * *
    I gnoring the vibration of her phone as it rang steadily in her pocket, Piper wondered what the hell she was doing on the back of a motorcycle, cruising down the road with the wind in her hair behind a man who both thrilled and frightened her. She had money, a family, an incredible job that she loved, and now, she was almost a fugitive herself.
    There were dangerous men who had seen her face and would likely kill her on the spot if she didn’t tell them where to find Jace, and according to Carrie, the local authorities were tracking her down. In fact, she wouldn’t be surprised if they were the ones calling her phone right now.
    And yet for some reason, she felt safer sitting behind this gorgeous biker, nuzzled against his back, her hands clutching his strong waist, than she ever felt with anyone else. She didn’t even know where they were going except that they were headed south on 35, but it didn’t seem to matter. Piper knew to the depths of her soul that Jace wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her. He would protect her with his own life.
    When he finally exited the highway, she didn’t recognize the area. She only knew it was south of Dallas, and they had been on the road long enough that they might be as far as Hillsboro. Either way, he turned toward a quaint little motel, pulled into the parking lot, and shut off the engine.
    Turning to look at her over his shoulder, he smiled. “It’s just temporary, but it’ll get us out of town for a day or two until I hear back from the ATF.”
    She smiled with all the encouragement she could muster. “It looks fine to me.” She hopped off the bike and he led her toward the front lobby to an older man who waited to check them in. He smiled patiently, and Jace pushed a hundred dollar bill across the counter at him. “We’d like a room with two beds for the next couple of nights.”
    “Of course, sir. And your name?” The little man with thick glasses poised a pen over a page that looked like old-fashioned registration paper, which made Piper want to giggle.
    “George Walker. George and Laura.” Jace’s lie was nearly her undoing, playing off the ex-president and First Lady, and Piper had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing as the elderly man wrote down the information without a questioning glance. Rather than presenting them with a key card that most places used these days, he handed Jace an actual key attached to a very large key ring containing a placard with the room number.
    “Hold on one moment, Mr. Walker, and I’ll get your change.”
    Jace waved him off. “Don’t worry about it.” Taking Piper’s hand in his own, he started toward the hallway in search of the room. When they were out of earshot, Piper giggled.
    “Liked that, did you?”
    “I liked it very much...George.”
    Jace chuckled. “He doesn’t remember me, but he was friends with my grandfather when I was a very little boy. I’ve been here a few times over the years just to get a little peace and solitude.” Twisting the key in the lock, he opened the door.