Chapter Ten
The truck jerked as the sickening sound of twisting metal filled Travis’s head. Adrenaline charging through him like a runaway horse, he unbuckled and hopped out the door, heart pounding in his ears. His stomach reeled at the sight of a red bike embedded underneath the trailer, front fender broken and bent.
Where in the hell was the rider?
Scanning the road, he spotted a black leather-clad rider lying in a heap in the ditch. For a heart-stopping moment, his body seized as he recognized a patch on the shoulder. Oh, God. Not another casualty. Prairie couldn’t take another hit. “Cassidy?” he shouted, legs springing to action. He reached her in three steps. She groaned and moved.
His vision hazed. “What. The. Ever. Loving. f**k?” he roared, heating at her carelessness. She was
