Twisted Rose: Motorcycle Dark Romance 3 (The Darkness Trilogy) by Abby Weeks Page B

out.”
    “It’s fine,” Josh said.
    He didn’t flinch at all while she wiped the wounds. She really had to work some of them but by the end of it she was pretty sure she’d gotten all of the shrapnel out.
    “You should be good,” she said. “I’d like to disinfect the wounds but I don’t have anything to use.”
    “I think they’ll be okay,” he said.
    She looked down at his body and couldn’t help admire it. He had such smooth skin and she could see his muscles rippling beneath the surface. She felt a strong throb of desire.
    She also felt bad for him.
    “We better eat something,” Josh said.
    He got up from the bed and Rose got a glimpse of his manhood. She couldn’t believe how attracted to him she felt. There he was, naked, so close to her she could reach out and touch him. She knew she’d freaked out the last time they’d tried to have sex, she knew she had big issues to deal with, but she didn’t think she would be able to resist Josh for much longer. She didn’t care if she was ready for a relationship or not. She wanted that body.
    And there was something about the way he acted. It was almost like he wasn’t a normal man. He never thought of himself. He hardly seemed to eat or sleep. She felt as if he was some sort of protector that had been sent to her from heaven. Everything he did was for her. She felt as if she’d had a guardian angel looking over her for the past ten years and had never even known it. Ten years, that’s how long Josh had been looking out for her, carrying her mother’s photo, keeping the memory of her father’s club alive.
    He’d carried that photo of her mother all that time. That meant he’d been thinking of her. It wasn’t normal. There was something special about Josh and the way he thought of her.
    The only thing she regretted was how violent everything had become. Josh had so much blood on his hands now that she worried about the effect it was going to have on him. He couldn’t just keep killing men because they’d harmed her. It had to stop somewhere.
    *
    R OSE CUT STRIPS OF BANDAGING from the bed sheet and covered Josh’s wounds with them. He put his clothes on over them. She thought it looked strange that he had bullet holes in all his clothes but she doubted anyone in the town would take much notice. It was a pretty wild place. They had to eat so they left the room, locking it behind them.
    “What do you feel like eating?” Josh said as they walked across the parking lot to the street.
    “Let’s see what they’ve got,” she said.
    They walked along the main drag through town. There wasn’t much to see, a post office, a provincial forestry office, a small administrative building that served as the town hall.
    “I don’t know if there’s going to be anything to eat around here,” Rose said.
    “There’s got to be something,” Josh said.
    They kept going along the street. The evening wasn’t as cold as it had been lately and the air felt good. The streetlights flickered with a bluish kind of light.
    Josh reached out and took Rose’s hand as they walked. It filled her with happiness when he did.
    They came to a convenience store and by some miracle it was open. Josh held the door for Rose as she went in. It was a dusty little store with an old man behind the counter. He had thin white hair that looked like cotton.
    “I was just about to close up,” he said as they came in.
    “Lucky we caught you,” Rose said.
    “What can I get you?”
    “Do you have any bandages? And alcohol.”
    The old man looked at her and then at Josh.
    “Got yourself into a little trouble, did you?”
    Josh nodded. “Something like that.”
    The old man got up from his seat and went into a back room. He came back with some rubbing alcohol, gauze and bandages and laid them out on the counter. He put a scissors next to the bundle.
    “Perfect,” Rose said. “We’re also looking for something to eat.”
    The old man looked at his watch. “Kind of late for anything