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beard reminiscent of Grizzly Adams, stepped up to the bar. “I’m heading out.”
    He passed a set of keys across the bar, and Hunter took them and slipped them in his pocket. The men shook hands and Hunter clapped a hand down hard on the man’s shoulder. “Have a good trip. I’ll head up there now.”
    “Appreciate it.” Without another word the man walked out of the bar.
    Hunter turned his attention back to me, eyeing me up and down in a way that made me squirm. “Right. I’ve got my bike today, and I need to get up and back to my friend’s cabin before the weather turns. I’ll drop you at the train station on the way. Let me get my gear.”
    Before I could utter a word, Hunter headed through a door behind the bar. A smile played over my lips at his words. Since he’d bought his first motorcycle at the age of sixteen, Hunter was on the back of it every chance he got. It figured he’d take advantage of the unseasonably warm winter day to take his bike out.
    Wait . “Did he just say he was taking me for a ride on his bike?”
    “I think he said he was dropping your ass off at the train station first chance he got,” the man on the bar stool said. “Guess if he has his bike today, that’s how he’ll get you there.”
    I fisted a hand on my hip, but before I could get back into it with the rude old biker dude, my phone pinged.
    I dug through my oversized bag until I found it. The ping I heard was a text from Paige. Where are you? I’m off tonight and want to try that Brazilian BBQ place around the block.
    I smiled. Should I tell her where I was? Biting my lip, I finally replied. I’m not in the city .
    A full minute went by before my phone pinged again. Is this about the bet?
    I wanted to giggle. Until this afternoon, I hadn’t thought much about the bet. Call it denial. But even I had to admit, getting a ride on the back of Hunter Lawson’s motorcycle was a good start. In my book, that qualified as the adventure of a lifetime. Even better than a one-night stand with a billionaire media mogul. Or drinks with a rock star.
    Maybe . I texted back. Let’s just say you probably shouldn’t wait up for me .
    I couldn’t hold back my chuckle that time. I knew the vague response would set Paige off. And I didn’t have to wait long to be proven right.
    Wait. What? I can’t believe you’re not sharing details. NOT. NICE!!!
    I grinned. How often did I get the chance to one up Paige? I gleefully texted her back one last time. I’ve heard somewhere that nice is overrated .
    I giggled to myself as I shut off my phone and shoved it back in my bag.
    “You’re going to need these.”
    Hunter’s voice came from beside me and I jumped. My eyes shot up to see what he held out—a helmet and a black leather jacket that looked like it could swallow me whole. He’d put on his own thick, brown fleece-lined jacket.
    I let my gaze travel up to meet his. And swallowed. Hard. I hadn’t been this close to him in years. He was less than a foot away, and I could feel the heat coming from his body. And the scent of leather and sunshine that always seemed to cling to him teased my nostrils. How could I have forgotten that smell?
    “Katelyn.” Hunter shook the hand holding the jacket and helmet. “Come on, babe. Put these on. I have to hit the road.”
    “Hunter, it’s warm outside. I’m already too warm in my coat. I don’t think I’ll need an extra layer.”
    “Babe, as soon as you get on the back of my bike and feel that wind whipping at you, you’ll be happy you have the jacket.” He shook it at me again.
    My mind stuttered to a stop on the words “as soon as you get on the back of my bike.” I snatched the jacket from his hand. Hell, I didn’t care if I felt like I was about to catch fire in all these clothes. If it meant I’d get a chance to ride behind Hunter, I’d put on six more layers.
    I slid my arms into the worn leather, zipping it up over my winter coat. I was right. I had room to spare.
    “Is this