Free REMEMBER ME: GODS OF CHAOS MC by Honey Palomino

said, smiling .“ Sam. Now, what questions can I answer for you ?” he said, taking a swing from his beer after winking at me handsomely.
     
    “ Oh, questions.  Right . ”   I was a mess.  My focus should have been on looking around the bar, maybe combing through the paper, driving through town even, but instead I was sitting here in this booth with Ryder acting like a damned kid on a date.  I should have been hysterical.  And deep down, I was.  The panic and terror I felt was like a big, black box in my stomach that I was doing everything I could to shove even deeper. 
     
    So, maybe I was distracting myself. 
     
    Maybe I did n’ t want to remember. 
     
    Or, maybe Ryder was just that goddamned sexy.  I was a woman, after all. And he was a man. A white-hot, devastatingly handsome, strong and protective man that had saved my life.  And while I may not remember who the fuck I was, I was well aware of the sparks that were flying between us.  And what a delicious distraction they were.
     
    I knew something out there was waiting for me.  I knew the truth was out there, but instead of giddy anticipation, all I felt was dread when I thought about recovering my memories.  My intuition was still there.  And whatever was waiting for me, whatever truth would be unveiled eventually, that intuitive sense was warning me of something. 
     
    Ther e’ s a reason you do n’ t remember , I thought. 
     
    I watched Ryder drinking his beer, his burger consumed long ago, waiting patiently to offer any help I needed.
     
    “ On the night you found me ,” I said, taking a deep breath ,“ where was I exactly ? ”   I had been going over what he told me in my head, and there were so many holes. 
     
    “ On the side of the road that leads to my clubhouse from the highway ,” he replied. 
     
    “ Okay, and you were alone when you found me ? ”
     
    “ Yep ,” he nodded.
     
    “ And? So, what happened ? ”   I was frustrated.  I wanted all the answers at once and having to ask all these little questions to get the whole picture was infuriating.
     
    His muscles flexed as he brought his beer bottle to his full lips again, and I licked my lips as I watched him swallow.  His every move was a distraction, and my body was reacting in ways that were in complete contrast with my brain.  I wanted answers, I needed answers, but the intensity of his unwavering attention was dissolving every ounce of my resistance to those sparks between us.
     
    My nipples hardened, and I grew even more frustrated.  Did I not have any control over my body at all?  As if to answer my silent question, Ryder reached over the table, using his napkin to wipe the side of my mouth.
     
    “ Ketchup ,” he said, as if we had known each other for years.  The gesture was so simple, so meaningless, yet so intimate, that it stopped my racing brain in its tracks. 
     
    Slow down, it said. 
     
    Relax, it said. 
     
    Everything is going to be just fine, it said. 
     
    No, you do n’ t have even one ounce of control, so just chill the fuck out.
     
    And he did n’ t even know it.  He sat there, unaware, drinking his beer and acting as if the entire universe did n’ t hinge on this moment.  For him, it did n’ t.  I was just some woman that fell into his path, some temporary distraction that would be gone in a few day s’ time.  But for me, he was all I had. 
     
    And I was enthralled.  It was as if going to a candy store and finding only one, perfect piece of chocolate waiting for you.  Because, really, did you truly need anything else?
     
    My gaze had drifted away with my thoughts once again, and his deep voice brought me back to him.
     
    “ I want to show you something. Finish your beer ,” he said, gesturing to my half-empty glass.
     
    He paid the bill, and within moments, we were flying down the winding road again, the sun slowly setting in the distance ahead of us.  A few miles later, and we were on the 101, traveling