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Now he was stuck babysitting a pregnant one. If she wouldn’t tell him where to take her, he’d choose a large enough city that she could find a job and drop her there. He’d carry her all the way to Montana and drop her there. She’d be able to get help there. He couldn’t do anything for her other than give her a ride.
    Shaking his head, Morgan turned the bike around and headed back to the motel. Everything would depend on how she answered his questions. If he felt like she was lying, he would send her on her way.
    When he parked outside the door of the room, he realized he didn’t have the key card to get back in. What would be the chances she wouldn’t let him in?
    “Damn.”
    The door opened.
    He climbed off the bike and waited to see what she would say.
    “I thought you were going to leave me, but then I noticed you hadn’t taken all your stuff.” Amanda’s face looked freshly scrubbed.
    “Thought about it. And remembered all my stuff was still here.”
    “Please don’t leave me. I won’t be any trouble,” she all but whispered.
    “We need to talk first,” he said.
    She nodded.
    “Are you dressed enough to ride?” he asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “Grab the key card and the helmets, and let’s get something to eat. You need something besides junk food in you.” Morgan climbed back on the bike and waited for her.
    Amanda grabbed the key card and helmets and closed the door behind her. She handed Morgan his and pulled the other one on before climbing on the back of the bike.
    “Hold on.” Morgan started the bike and pulled out. “Same place okay with you?” he called back.
    “Fine.”
    Less than five minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of the little diner. Morgan was relieved they were open. He figured they would be, but you never knew in little hole-in-the-wall towns. He steadied the bike as Amanda climbed off, then stepped off and opened the door to the diner for her. The waitress at the counter nodded at them to take a seat.
    Morgan followed Amanda over to a booth. She slid in one side and pulled a menu off the napkin holder and handed it to him. She avoided looking at him and concentrated on the menu she’d procured for herself. The plastic menu shook in her hands.
    Hell, Morgan thought. She’s a nervous wreck now. That sure as hell can’t be good for the baby.
    The waitress wandered over to take their order. He listened to her order scrambled eggs and toast, then added his own order to hers.
    “Bring her an extra order of eggs. She needs to eat more,” he said.
    When she opened her mouth to argue, he lifted his eyebrows and stared at her. She closed her mouth and looked back at the table. That was too easy, he thought.
    “How far along are you?” he finally asked.
    “About twelve weeks.”
    “Does the father know?”
    “Yeah, he knows.”
    “And?”
    “And, he knows. That’s all there is.” She still didn’t look at him.
    “Wrong answer. If you want my help, you’ve got to be honest with me.”
    The waitress brought them their drinks—coffee for him and juice for Amanda. Still, Amanda didn’t say anything.
    “Fine. I’ll take you as far as the next town with a bus station, and then you’re on your own.” He sipped his coffee and waited.
    “Look, this isn’t easy for me.”
    “I never said it was. Life isn’t easy, and now that you’re going to have a baby, it’s only going to get harder. Deal with it now before you have too much on your plate to do it later.” Morgan clamped his mouth closed. Maybe he’d said too much.
    She looked up at him, then away out the window. He could almost hear her thinking it all over.
    “He doesn’t want the baby,” she finally said.
    “Happens, but you don’t run away just because the father doesn’t want to be responsible.”
    “You do when he threatens to make you have an abortion, though.”

Chapter Five

    “He can’t do that,” Morgan assured her.
    “His goons can. They almost had me strapped to a table when I