Ian Mallory thought he’d found his mate when he was young, but now she’s betrayed him in the worst possible way. There’s only one thing for a bear to do and that’s get on his motorcycle and go on the rampage.
Eve Barclay’s the new vet in town. She loves her new home of Kalispell. Well, that is until a crazy guy wearing a biker jacket with a bear emblem goes flying by sending mud all over her new hairdo. If that’s not bad enough, she slips in the supermarket where he’s thrown salmon all over the floor.
Ian’s punishment…look after the lady vet. His reward… being seen with a new woman who might just make his mate jealous.
Eve’s reward…having a sexy guy watching out for her. Eve’s punishment...having a sexy guy around and vowing never to fall for one ever again.
“I will do anything else to make it up to you, but not this. I just can’t do it.”
“You won’t know if you like it till you try it. You just slid your leg over and then we go for a ride.”
“I hate motorbikes.”
“How many have you been on?” Ian asked.
“Then I rest my case.”
She had to do this because she’d so wronged him, but bikes scared the hell out of her.
“Okay, but only for the shortest of rides, and then payment is repaid. Does that sound like a deal?”
“I guess it will have to be. Now get on behind me and hold on tight, because baby, you’re in for the ride of your life.”
“That’s what I’m scared about.”
Ian got on, reeved up the bike, and she slid on behind him, holding onto him like he was going to blow away. A tiny scream escaped from her mouth as he pulled away and soon they were on the main road. The wind whipped through his hair, sending the bear earring swinging at full speed. He reeved again and this time the wind blew into her face, almost taking her breath away. Yikes, they were going to be killed. Helmets, they had to stop and put on helmets.
“Do you have your eyes closed?” he shouted above the noise of the bike and road.
“Yes, how did you know?” she called back.
“I know you pretty well by now.”
He went faster, forcing her hold him tighter. She rested her cheek on the dead center of the bear emblem on the back of his jacket, knowing now why he was so fascinated with those furry creatures. She opened one eye and looked at the wind causing his earring twirl, making it look like the bear was dancing.
“Enjoying yourself yet?” he asked.
He picked up more speed and they went around the corner with her holding on like her life depended on it.
“You said a short ride,” she shouted, now finding it hard to hear a thing as the road noise got louder.
“Short ride to me is at least an hour.”