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better not be pulling any shit though, mister,” she said. “Or you’ll have me to deal with.” Peter bowed to her.
    “I give you my word,” he said. He leaned into the taxi and before Isabel had a chance to protest, he lifted her out. The helmet was placed on her head and fitted under her chin, and he deposited her on the back of the bike. “Hold tight!” he yelled. Just in time, she wrapped her arms around his waist, and he roared off. He drove back the way they’d just come, fast. Isabel clung to him, her crotch pressed against his ass. She’d never been on such a big bike before. It was noisy and terrifying. Scenery whizzed by in a blur, and miles of road were eaten up in seconds. Peter was helmetless, having given her his own, and she wondered how he could stand to have the wind blowing so hard in his face. They turned onto the Black Peak road. Annoyance welled up in her.
    “Hey! There’s no way I’m going back into the woods with you,” she yelled, not knowing if he’d be able to hear her through the helmet. Quickly, he brought the bike to a stop. He turned his upper body and unfastened her helmet and pulled it off.
    “I wasn’t planning on taking you all the way in,” he said. “Just someplace where we could be private. Actually, this will do.” Isabel looked doubtfully at the dark, seemingly impenetrable forest on both sides of the road. Peter climbed off the bike and lifted her off as well.
    “This is a Harley!” Isabel said, staggering in her heels on the dirt and pine needles. She knew nothing about bikes, but recognized the famous winged logo and the front wheel that seemed to be stretching far ahead of the rest of the bike. The exhaust pipes gleamed in chrome and the bodywork was metallic turquoise. It was a beautiful machine, even she could see that.
    “What else would I ride in America?” he said, with a grin. Against her will, Isabel found herself smiling back. There was always something a little endearing about him. However, her smile faded when she thought about how furious she was with him for his recent behavior.
    “So what’s this thing you have to say to me, that’s so important you had to drag me all the way out here?” she said, more loudly than she’d expected to. “And I’m telling you, it’d better be good!” Peter frowned, confused.
    “It’s better than good, Bella. It’s the truth!”
    “Ok,” she said, shaking her head. “Whatever.” Peter put the helmet down on the back of the bike, and stood directly in front of her.
    “I’ve been away for a few days,” he said.
    “No shit!” she spat. Wow. She’d been even more upset about this than she’d appreciated. Peter’s gaze dropped to the earth.
    “I know you called me a couple of times and I didn’t answer. I am sorry about that,” he said. “The truth is that I had to go home, at short notice.”
    “To Romania?”
    “Yes. My family is sick.” He looked up and met her stare, and she was shocked at the anguish in his expression.
    “But, I don’t understand – your whole family? With what?”
    “Probably the best way of explaining it is that it’s a genetic disorder. It’s been decimating my family for years now. I thought we had some good news, which is why I went home, but we were mistaken.” Grief flashed through his eyes, sending a jolt of empathy through Isabel’s heart. “I’m very sorry that I didn’t contact you, but all my thoughts were with my family, and how they might all be saved.”
    “That’s understandable,” she replied softly. “So was the apparent good news a new medicine?”
    “Yes, something like that.” She frowned, knowing he was still being elusive, but also knowing that she couldn’t interrogate him about his family when it was obviously so raw for him. “Bella.” He reached out and took her hand. “I promise I won’t disappear like this without telling you again. I’m the kind of man who can only focus on one thing at a time. It also hadn’t occurred