A Woman To Belong To. Fiona Lowe

of the engine had died away, Bec quickly hopped off the bike, her actions almost frantic. She had to be the most tense passenger he’d ever transported. She’d sat, completely rigid, the entire trip.

      She pulled off her helmet, and her hair fell down, framing her unusually pale face.

      ‘You OK?’ Concern for her ricocheted through him.

      She took in a deep breath. ‘Those last few bends were pretty wild.’

      ‘Sorry. You fought the curves and got motion sickness. You need to be at one with them and at one with the bike. On the way home, lean into them.’

      Lean into me and relax. The disquieting thought thundered through him.

      Her eyes widened, darkening to an inky blue. A flicker of something vibrated in their depths and faded as quickly as it had appeared. ‘What’s in this box that was so important that I had to have it stick into me for the last hour?’ An unusual huskiness clung to her voice.

      He released the elastic straps, which had held the box in place during the bumpy journey. ‘Condoms.’

      ‘You’ve come to a local market with four hundred condoms?’ She started to giggle. ‘I had no idea they were legal tender. Here I was thinking it was the dong.’