Someone would wreck their off-road vehicle, injure themselves while camping, and even the occasional wayward gunshot from a careless hunter got reported.
"Not now," said Speeder, under his breath.
From the time of the accident, there were warnings. No other car was involved. The woman's vehicle appeared to flip out of nowhere. Speeding wasn't a factor. The main road had a posted limit of twenty-five miles per hour because of tourists walking, riding, camping along the river.
It was impossible for the car to flip.
Chapter Two
The taller man who'd stitched the wound on her forehead and the man with dark blond hair who'd forced her to drink eight ounces of water stood in the kitchen together. Laurel closed her eyes a few seconds, trying to soothe the pounding in her head. Nothing worked.
Not the two white pills the men gave her. Not the ice she held to her forehead to stop the flow of blood long enough for her to get stitches. Not the quietness in the house.
There was blood on the front of her shirt. She had no idea where she was or how she'd wrecked the car.
The two men walked back into the room. She wanted to melt into the sofa. They were big and stoic.
"Avery Falls Motorcycle Club recovered your vehicle and put it on a flatbed. Do you want to park it in Avery falls until you deal with your insurance, or have it sent to St. Maries to a garage? The mechanic there can tell you what kind of damage the car sustained." The man with darker hair expected an answer.
"St..." She cleared the hoarseness from her throat. "St. Maries? Where is that?"
"North Idaho. You're in the panhandle, up in the Bitterroot Mountains."
She stared at the man's black leather boots, trying to remember how far she'd driven. Around noon, the road signs no longer mattered. She'd kept driving, simply following the road.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"Avery Falls." The darker haired man frowned. "Do you know your name?"
"Laurel." She raised her gaze. "Laurel Tower."
"Are you vacationing here?"
"I'm..." Her body flushed, and yet she shivered.
Pressing a hand to her stomach, she was afraid of getting sick. She closed her eyes to squelch the lightheadedness building up inside of her.
All she wanted to do was see if her car was drivable and figure out what she planned to do in Avery Falls. She had no idea why she came here.
The off-balanced fog consuming her thoughts distracted her from thinking too far into the future.
One minute she was driving. The next, she was upside down, locked in her seatbelt.
"I'm going to check-in at the clubhouse and update everyone on what happened." Though they were tall and muscled, the slightly shorter man nodded at her before striding to the door. "Let me know what she wants to do with the car."
The other man checked his phone without answering. As soon as the door shut, he looked at her. "The bathroom is down the hall and on the left if you need to use the room."
Not trusting that she could stand up without falling over, she remained on the couch. A jitter went through her. She had the insane thought that she recognized his voice. Or maybe she'd heard those exact words earlier.
She looked at him. Something wasn't right with her head. Maybe the accident had scrambled her brain. He was a stranger to her.
Tall, bulky, and wild in appearance, he stared at her with a coldness in his dark blue eyes. At first, she thought he had black eyes. Though outside in the sunlight, when he'd carried her into the house, she'd spotted blue flecks around his pupils.
He had a dark shadow over his jaw as if he hated shaving, but she wouldn't call it a beard. His charcoal-colored hair stood longer on the top of his head and was closer shaved around the sides and back than the whiskers on his face.
The worn black leather vest fit tight against his broad chest. She flickered her gaze over the few patches on the front, concentrating on the one over his chest.
Speeder
Having caught a glimpse of the patches on the back of his vest earlier, she assumed that was his name—or nickname. His club was Avery Falls Motorcycle Club.
She knew nothing about bikers.
Her head pounded. Why couldn't she even remember seeing bikers before coming here?
Speeder looked away from her and lifted his phone to his ear. "Yeah?"
She looked around the room while his attention went to the phone call. The furniture, bare walls, and