Free The Biker's Chaos (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Book 5) by Regina Fox Page A

down on her.
    “What happened?” he demanded in a tone that clearly told her he was pissed.
    “I was working-” she began, but he cut her off.
    “Nope,” he said. “Try again.”
    “I needed to go for a drive,” she replied.
    “Try again,” he ordered her through gritted teeth. “And just honest.”
    “I had a lot of feelings, and I had to sort them out.”
    “There it is,” he said. “That’s what I needed to hear.”
    John sat in the driver’s seat and turned the key. The car started. He walked to the head of the car and slammed the hood of the Nova. It felt like he was closing the hood on them. It was brutal.
    “I’m surprised you came out here by yourself,” she said softly.
    He smiled, but it was a sarcastic smile.
    “I might say the same thing about you,” he said.
    “I apologize,” she said stiffly. “Thank you for going through all this trouble.”
    “That’s what people who care about each other do. Even if it’s uncomfortable, they respond to the other,” he said. “I’m mad because you shut me out.”
    “Got it,” she said, sucking back her tears.
    “Are you okay to drive?” he asked.
    “I’m fine,” she lied. “Why did you take the bike if it’s this cold out?”
    “Um, because I needed to go for a drive as well,” he said, using her words against her.
    “That’s enough sarcasm, John McCarthy!” she blurted out. “I got overwhelmed, alright?”
    She held her face in her hands. He gently pried them away.
    “Okay,” he said softly.
    He kissed her eyelids tenderly before traveling downward to her lips.
    “Let’s go home,” he said. “You know your way back in case we get separated?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she said.
    “‘Kay,” he said.
    Hannah watched in the side view mirror as John swung his leg over the bike. Erotic reflex made her press her eyes tight and draw in a deep breath. There was something so stirring about the sight of a tall, dark figure clad in a leather bomber jacket, chaps, and boots. John McCarthy was like her own personal superhero.
    John accompanied her into the parking lot of her apartment building and walked her to her apartment. He didn’t stay, but he checked her apartment just to make sure she was safe. Hannah tried to be an adult. Of course, he was exhausted and cold. He wanted to go on home. But the choices she made, and the way she upset him made her extraordinarily needy. But when he said he wasn’t staying, she didn’t push.
    It irked Hannah that her sister didn’t call her back. How could she let her worry like that? Melinda of all people knew what it was like to agonize emotionally. She could not understand how she would do that to Hannah.
    But as she plugged her phone in to charge and saw all the texts from John, she realized she did the same thing to him. She made him worry. She disregarded the feelings of someone who cared for her. What was she thinking? She was sure John would’ve understood. She just needed to tell him, so he didn’t worry.
    Hannah and John were supposed to go on a ride to Devil’s Lake and to have a romantic weekend at Spirit Lake Casino. Her heart ached. She had worked very hard to stuff all the pain she felt after losing her parents. She thought long and hard as she lay her head on her pillow, about whether she wanted to make herself vulnerable to more pain by getting involved with a guy. Or whether walking away from him to avoid risks, would hurt worse.
     
    Chapter 14
     
    The next morning, Hannah didn’t even check her computer for emails from the community college advisor about her community college application. She went to get something to eat. And it touched her heart the stuff he bought for her. Almond milk. Whole wheat bread. Salad stuff. Frozen chicken breasts. Oranges and bananas. Cookies with candy coated chocolate. Chocolate cereal. Coffee. Cookie dough ice-cream. 
    She made herself a coffee and dosed it with the ice cream that she also sandwiched between the cookies. She laid on the