“You’re just trying to make me feel better because you want to get into my pants.”

“And what makes you think that?”

She laughed and turned to give him her full attention. “You’re just passing through. You’ve been on the road for a long time. I’ve dealt with a great deal of bikers in my time and they’ve been kind enough to tell me exactly what they’re looking for on that first night. You got in this morning. I’m not that bad at math. Also, you keep looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to tear my clothes off.”

“Does that upset you?” he asked.

“No.”

“Then what are you thinking about right now?”

“I’m wondering if I should give you a chance.” She couldn’t believe she’d just said that, but it was out there in the open. The words had easily spilled from her lips.

She kept her attention focused on him.

Ape touched her leg. His fingers drifted up her thigh, going toward the apex. She didn’t stop him, and all it had taken was that one touch to make her feel so many different things. It had been a long time since she’d been with a man.

For the longest time, guilt had weighed her down.

This man. Her mysterious biker, he was releasing things within her that were getting hard for her to ignore with every passing minute.

Licking her lips, she put the bottle of beer down and thought about it. She could let him ride out of here and in years to come, maybe even hours after the fact, she’d be flooded with regret for not taking that single chance to be with him. Or she could be rash, take what she wanted, and still regret it.

There’s nothing for you to lose here.

All she had to do was gain.

Finishing her beer, she got up, grabbed her bag and Ape’s hand. “Come on,” she said.

For once, she was going to live and not think about all the reasons this was going to be a bad idea.