His motorcycle in the truck bed was just asking for a ride and within minutes he roared through the winding mountain roads. Without a helmet his hair whipped in the cool fresh air, cleansing the demons from his soul. He needed some air, he needed to think, and he needed not to hurt.
Avri didn't trust him enough to tell him what was going on. Why? Why couldn't she tell him? Why couldn't she trust him? Didn't she know he'd do anything for her?
His heart was breaking, his self-confidence gone. Maybe he shouldn't have come back to his hometown and to old friends and lovers. He drove, rumbling through the quiet mountains. From Avri's to Chase's place it only took about ten minutes using the short cut through the mountain pass. He wouldn't bother Chase with any more problems. He'd been such a
