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The road was dark and there were no landmarks, but they ended up approaching civilization again and when they eventually stopped, they were in the parking lot of a single story sprawling motel.
Brodie parked and got off, then took her from the bike. “Where are we?”
“Stop asking questions,” he said, taking her arm to pull her toward the building.
Lifting her arm out of his hold, she took a step back. “You just bartered me away to another man,” she said. “How do I know that’s not going to happen again?” Art had been impressed by her vigilance, and she wasn’t going to retract her wariness until she knew what was going on.
“Because all the men in here would eat a bullet before they betrayed me,” he said, lunging forward to grab her again.
Trying to wrestle her arm awa
