Combust: A Devil Chaser's MC Romance by L Wilder Read Free Book Online Page A

everyone must have had the same idea I did. I can barely even find a parking place, and the store is crazy crowded. Everyone is loading up their shopping carts like they’re preparing for the apocalypse, and by the time I make it down the first aisle, I’m ready to get the hell out of there. I grab a few of the basics like bread and milk, and then I go hunt for the popcorn. Once I have everything we’ll need for the next few days, I get in the longest line in history. Everyone looks disgruntled and eager to get out of there. Of course, I pick the line that has the slowest cashier, but I do my best to be patient. After forty-five minutes of just plain torture, I finally make my way out of the store.
    Thankfully, the movie store isn’t very crowded. I take my time roaming up and down the rows of movies trying to find something I think he will actually like. I have no idea, so I just grab a bunch of the new releases, hoping that one of them will spark some interest. After picking out a few extra snacks, I check out and head home.
    On the way, I notice a black sports car following close behind me as I turn off on the old country road that leads to my house. At first, I don’t think much about it, but then they take every turn I make. Panic begins to set in when the car follows me onto my last turn, trailing just inches away from my bumper. No one really ever comes down this road, so I know something isn’t right. I start to drive a little faster, hoping to get rid of them, but they won’t budge. I don’t want them to follow me home, so I take the back road to my dad’s. I panic as I notice that Dad’s truck isn’t in the driveway, but thankfully they don’t follow me to his house. My heart races as I peer out my window, searching for the person who was following me. It’s hard to see anything with all the trees blocking my view, so I wait there long enough to make sure they are really gone. When I feel certain I’m alone, my nerves finally begin to settle. I ease my car into reverse and head back home, constantly checking my rear view mirror to make sure they don’t come back.
    My hands are still trembling as I unload the car, but as soon as I walk into my house, everything seems okay. I know it’s crazy, but having Dillon there makes me feel safer. It doesn’t really make any sense. The man can hardly get out of the bed without help, but his presence really does set my mind at ease.
    I go back to check on him, and he’s hobbling out of the bathroom when I walk in. I go over and offer him my shoulder. He reluctantly takes it and says, “I could’ve made it on my own.”
    “Stubborn,” I say, raising my eyebrow.
    “I like to think I’m determined.”
    “No… you’re just stubborn,” I tell him with a laugh. I help him to edge of the bed and say, “I thought I’d make us some spaghetti for dinner.”
    “Did you get a movie?” he asks.
    “I got several. I wasn’t sure what you’d like.”
    “I told you to pick one you’d like,” he tells me as he eases back onto the bed.
    “I like anything,” I say with a shrug. “I’m going to make dinner. Do you need anything?”
    “Can I help?” he asks. I want to laugh, but I can tell by his expression that he’s being serious.
    “Getting a little cabin fever?” I ask.
    “You have no fucking idea.”
    “How about trying to move to the sofa for a little while? The change of scenery might help,” I offer.
    “It’s worth a shot. I’m about to lose my mind in here.”
    Once he’s settled on the sofa, I go into the kitchen and start dinner. I’m almost done making the salad when my phone rings. I look down at the screen, and my skin crawls with anger. I am completely fed up with this bullshit. I’ve given up all hope that someone from the hospital will call to say that my suspension has been lifted. I know who is calling, so I answer, determined to end this once and for all.
    “Hello!” I roar into the phone. After a few seconds of silence I