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and drew my attention.
    I remained silent, unsure if I wanted to discuss the dreams, now or ever. One of them was so erotic the nuns at the orphanage would’ve made me do penance for days for even having an imagination to think about it, and in the other dream, I wound up dead.
    “My house isn’t far. I have a can of tire repair we can try first. If nothing else, it’ll get you to the garage, because the closest one is miles from here.” He patted the seat of his bike. “Hop on.”
    I eyed the beautiful beast of a man and the one he’d rode in on. Neither seemed like a good idea.
    “On that thing?” I shook my head. “Oh no, I’ve never ridden a motorcycle before, and I don’t intend to start now.” The tiny seat looked barely big enough for him, let alone me as well.
    “I don’t mind walking. It’s good exercise.” I peered down the long, barren road ahead.
    Griffith raised his eyebrow and inclined his head. “Oh, you don’t, do you?”
    “No.” My reply didn’t sound convincing.
    “I don’t think it’s a good idea. You shouldn’t be walking in the woods. It’s not safe. They’re…” His expression tightened, and he focused on everything but me.
    “They’re what?” I challenged him with my stare but when he met it unwaveringly, I had to look away.
    “Nothing. You’re trying to avoid me, aren’t you?”
    I pulled back. “What? You’re changing the subject. Why would I want to avoid you? I don’t even know you.” The memory of the dream flickered through my mind. I hoped the cold had reddened my cheeks, concealing the blush I felt spreading there.
    “You will.”
    His intent gaze, made me want to squirm. Because he was right. Something about him made me want to know everything about him, but at the same time, I wanted to run for the hills. But knowing what waited in those hills, or at least these woods, I wasn’t anxious to return.
    “The way you took off when I met you at the bar, you seemed like you were running from something. Or are you running to something? Tell me what it is. You can trust me.” He waited for my reply.
    How could I explain what even I didn’t understand?
    He shrugged at my silence, probably mistaking my confusion for stubbornness. “Well, suit yourself. I wouldn’t wander too far. People have been known to get lost, or something, in those woods.”
    “I can see that.”
    From the nervous expression Griffith struggled to conceal, he seemed to be conveying more than concern for the underbrush. If something made a hulking man like him nervous, I suppose I should be terrified. I twisted my hands in indecision.
    He patted the seat again.
    “Motorcycles are dangerous.” Tessa used to call them death machines . Eat your vegetables, always carry a condom and don’t ride a motorcycle were practically her mantra. Not that she had to worry about any of them with me, but she tried her best to be a mother, and starting with a sassy thirteen-year-old couldn’t have been easy.
    He shrugged. “If you want to wait here, I’ll get the tire repair kit and come back.”
    “Okay, be careful.” My voice faltered, as I forced false confidence.
    His expression darkened and all traces of humor disappeared. “There are things that can hurt you much more than riding a motorcycle.” He sighed. “Besides, you’re the one that needs to be careful.” He turned to mount the bike.
    The wind picked up, and the trees started to sway. “Did you hear that?” I held back my hair as it whipped around my face. The trees looked frantic in their dance. Excited. Alive.
    “Hear what?” The way Griffith’s jaw tensed told me he’d heard something, as well.
    I heard it again. It sounded like, the cat . Several crows took flight from the trees, cawing as they passed overhead. “Why are there so many birds around here?”
    “There’s a lot of road kill.” Griffith tracked the birds’ departure across the sky.
    Wrapping my arms tighter around my middle, I shivered as the wind’s