liked once upon a time. She wouldn’t have cared that he could be volatile. She wouldn’t have cared that he probably didn’t have a college education or even a decent job. Physically, he was everything a woman dreamed about.
And he’d probably be good in bed—although she had no idea where that thought came from. Just the casual way he held himself, his lack of self-consciousness and natural confidence, she supposed. He stood out from other men. But the intimacy she’d shared with Charlie, who was nothing like this guy, had been sweet and fulfilling. What Charlie had brought to the rest of her life was even better. She needed to find another man like him—when she was ready.
“911. What is your emergency?”
At the sound of the operator’s voice, she snapped to attention. “Hello... I’m out on...” She looked up at Rod for help. She’d forgotten the name of the street. She wasn’t familiar with anything other than the few blocks that constituted the center of town and Gulliver Lane, which led from town to her place.
“Old Church Road,” he said.
She’d begun to repeat that when he took her phone and spoke into it himself. “There’s been an incident about a mile before you get to Sexy Sadie’s outside Whiskey Creek. A man’s down, so send an ambulance.”
The operator must’ve asked for more details, because he said, “I’m not a doctor. All I can tell you is that he’s not moving.”
“Sir? What caused his injuries? Are you still there? Can I get your name?”
India could hear those questions, since Rod was handing her the cell. “Um, just get someone here quick,” she told the dispatcher and disconnected.
“Would you mind giving me a ride back to my bike?” he asked.
India wasn’t sure she wanted him in her car. But he had to know she was going in that direction; they lived next door to each other.
“Okay,” she said, because she didn’t see how she could refuse.
When he walked around the front of her car, she noticed that he favored his left leg and figured he had a few injuries of his own, in addition to the scraped knuckles and busted lip.
“You could use some medical attention yourself,” she said when he opened the passenger door.
“I’m all right,” he responded as he climbed in.
“But your leg—”
He stretched it out through the open door to have a look. “When he hit my bike, I came down on it pretty hard.” He lifted his torn jeans away from the scrapes. “Skinned it up is all,” he said, as if that wasn’t anything to worry about.
“Are you sure you didn’t break it?”
Shifting gingerly, he managed to bend his hurt leg far enough to get it in the car. “I wouldn’t be able to walk if I had.”
She gave him a skeptical glance. “That’s not necessarily true. It would depend on the kind of break. You should have it x-rayed.” She felt confident that was what her husband would’ve said, and he had been a doctor—on his way to becoming a world-class heart surgeon.
Rod closed the door. “There’s no need.”
Having him in the same confined space made her slightly claustrophobic. Or maybe he made her uncomfortable for other reasons. Like the fact that he reminded her of Sam, the boy she’d married straight out of high school only weeks after her mother’s death. Unlike Charlie, Sam had been a terrible husband. He’d possessed no more life skills than she had at that age, so the marriage didn’t last a year. But being with him had had its high points, including a certain giddy I-can’t-keep-my-hands-off-this-man attraction.
She felt some of that attraction now, just as she had the other day, when Rod had carried her potter’s wheel from the back of her Prius. She also felt wary—more wary than anything else. But she couldn’t complain about the way he smelled, like warm male and fecund earth. She saw some leaves sticking to his shirt and hair and assumed he’d taken a tumble when he fell from his bike. Maybe the fight had even turned into a wrestling match. Most fights went that way, at least the ones she’d witnessed.
Pushing her silver bangles up her arm, she pressed the gas pedal.
They rolled carefully around the next bend, but she didn’t see any sign of a bike, a car or another person.
“It’s farther down,” Rod said before she could ask.
Apparently, he’d walked a greater distance on that leg than she’d expected.
The road took several more twists and she still saw no sign of where the incident might’ve occurred. “Where were you going?” she asked in confusion.
He looked over at her. “When he hit me? I was on my way home.”
“No. When I saw you. You were walking away from town. You do realize that?”
“Of course. I’ve lived in Whiskey Creek all my life. It’s not likely I’d get turned around. I was heading back to the bar so I could use a phone or get help.”
She’d driven past a saloon-style tavern, one with a big neon sign out front. That had to be the place he was talking about. “Are your brothers there?” She’d gotten the impression the three men were close, that they did a lot together.
“They were until they got tired and left.”
“They must be wondering where you are.”
He was too focused on the road to look at her again. “Doubt it. I’m sure they’re asleep.” He pointed ahead. “There it is.”
She hunched over the steering wheel until she saw a flash of shiny chrome reflecting the moonlight. “So this guy knocked you off your bike, and then he came back to...what? Fight?”
“I think he was planning to taunt me, to celebrate what he’d done. Or kick me while I was down. The way I fell...he had to believe I’d be more hurt than I was.”
“He must’ve been surprised when that wasn’t the case.”
“Yeah, he would’ve been smarter to keep going, although I would’ve caught up with him eventually.”
That last bit sounded ominous, but at least the other guy seemed to have been the aggressor.
“Do you have any idea why he’d run you down?” she asked.
“I guess he didn’t like what I had to say to him at Sexy Sadie’s.”
They’d reached his Harley, which was black and lying on its side. She parked on the shoulder between it and a white compact car that was still running. The car had its back end in the road, as if the driver had slammed on his brakes and hopped out. The door was open, and the cabin light cast an eerie triangle on the blacktop.
India wanted to ask Rod what he’d said at Sexy Sadie’s that might’ve incited the driver of that car to violence, but she didn’t get the chance. He got out right away and, despite his injured leg, strode confidently over to a dark shape lying off in the bushes.
