"We didn"t flood the engine, either," Annie added.
"I had a problem starting it earlier." Bethanne led them to the rental vehicle. "This is a relatively new car, so I"m surprised we"re having trouble," she said.
"I don"t know that much about cars," the guy she remembered as Willie said with a shrug. "I can fix a motorcycle with a bobby pin but cars baffle me."
"Same here," Skunk chimed in.
Rooster and Max exchanged glances. "I"ll take a look at it for you," Rooster offered.
Bethanne didn"t immediately find the hood release. "Like I said, this is a rental car...or I"d be more familiar with it." As soon as she managed to release the hood, both Rooster and Max bent over the engine.
It didn"t take long to detect the problem, which according to them was something to do with the carburetor. "You"re gonna need a tow truck," Rooster said. "With a bike any of us could lend a hand, but these engines aren"t what they used to be."
"We don"t have cell coverage out here," Annie told him. "We"d have phoned for help earlier if it was that easy."
"Do any of you ride?" Willie asked.
"No...afraid not," Bethanne said, answering for all three.
"Then one of us will need to take you into Wells."
"Hold on just a minute here," Ruth said, wagging her index finger at them. She"d dressed, putting her blouse on inside out, although Bethanne wasn"t about to tell her that.
"Before we do any such thing, the three of us need to talk." Ruth steered Bethanne and Annie away from the bikers. They stood several feet away, forming a tight circle. Ruth glanced over her shoulder and lowered her voice. "I don"t like the idea of one of us leaving with a biker."
"But, Grandma, what else are we going to do?" Annie asked.
"Do you honestly think we can trust these men?" Ruth pinched her mouth into a thin line and frowned. "They"re...riffraff."
In normal circ.u.mstances Bethanne wouldn"t have considered riding with any of them, but at the moment their options were few. "Do we have a choice?" she asked.
"We could always stay right here and stick to our original plan," Annie suggested. "Only..."
"Only what? what?" Ruth whispered.
"Well, I heard them talking at the cafe yesterday...and I"m afraid this might be a biker hangout. At least we"ve met these guys before, and even though they might look look a bit intimidating, they seem decent enough." a bit intimidating, they seem decent enough."
Ruth shook her head. "I still don"t like it."
"I"ll go," Bethanne said.
"No, you won"t," Ruth insisted. "If anyone goes, it"ll be me."
"You"ll have to ride on the back of a motorcycle," Bethanne reminded her.
Ruth paled. "I...I can do it."
"Mom, it makes far more sense for me to go," Annie said, as if it meant nothing.
"No." Bethanne refused to even discuss it. She wasn"t about to put her daughter in any additional danger.
Cutting off further argument, Bethanne broke away from the others and approached the bikers. They stood with their arms crossed, waiting. "Okay," she said, walking toward them, hands held out. "If one of you would take me into Wells, we"d deeply appreciate it."
"That"s real big of you." Willie"s voice was sharp with sarcasm.
"I"ll take her." This came from Max.
His offer appeared to surprise Rooster, who shrugged and stepped back. "Your call."
Max started toward his Harley and Bethanne followed. "You ever ridden in the-" he hesitated "-buddy seat?"
Willie and the other two bikers broke into hoots of laughter.
Bethanne turned back, not understanding what they considered so humorous.
Max silenced them with a single look. He was an intense man who rarely spoke, she"d noticed, and never seemed to smile. He wasn"t especially big. About six feet, with broad shoulders. He seemed to be her age, possibly older.
Rooster handed Bethanne his helmet.
"Mom, are you sure about this?" Annie asked anxiously.
Bethanne nodded, although she wasn"t sure of anything. She set the helmet on her head and draped her purse crossways over one shoulder. Max climbed onto the bike. Apparently, it was up to her to find her own way onto the Harley. She managed, but it wasn"t pretty.
"Oh, Bethanne," Ruth cried, covering her mouth with her hand. "Be careful."
"I will," she promised. She didn"t like this any better than Annie and Ruth did, but someone had to ride into town and she was the logical choice.
The only instruction Max gave her was to hold on. It wasn"t like there was an extra pair of handlebars for her to grab. Her one option was Max and, not knowing what else to do, she slipped her arms around his middle-and clung for dear life.
The first turn nearly unseated her. She cried out in alarm, but if Max heard, he gave no indication. Even with the helmet, the noise was deafening; the roar sounded as if she were next to a jet engine. It seemed to take forever to reach the town of Wells. By then she was so tense and stiff she found it difficult to breathe. Thankfully, Max knew where he was going. He pulled into a garage and turned off the engine, then braced his feet on the pavement and set the kickstand in place.
Bethanne didn"t dare move. She pried her fingers loose, one by one. It occurred to her that her stranglehold might have been uncomfortable for him.
Max took off his helmet and climbed down; she did, too, with a lot less grace. "Were you able to breathe?" she asked.
The merest hint of a smile touched his mouth. "Barely. I think I might have a couple of cracked ribs."
Bethanne didn"t know if this was a joke or if he was serious. "Sorry."
He entered the garage and she trailed after him. The mechanic brightened the instant he saw Max, came forward and thrust out his hand. "Max! Good to see you again. I got that widow"s car running and-"
"Hey, Marv, I need a favor," Max said, cutting him off.
"You got it," the other man said without hesitation. "I owe you. I didn"t need even half the money you gave me to fix that old Ford."
"You don"t owe me a thing."
The mechanic obviously knew and trusted Max. That was a good sign as far as Bethanne was concerned.
He nodded at Bethanne. "Name"s Marvin Green."
"Bethanne," she said. "Bethanne Hamlin."
"Can you send a tow truck out to Snow Water Lake?" Max asked his friend.
"Sure." Marvin went into a small windowed office and picked up a phone. Max and Bethanne waited outside.
"Is there a rental car place in town?" Bethanne asked, since they"d need to exchange vehicles.
"I only ride," he said, which she guessed was his shortcut way of telling her he didn"t know.
"You don"t talk much, do you?"
"No."
"Any particular reason?"
He shrugged. "I generally don"t have a lot to say."
Bethanne didn"t believe him but didn"t respond, either.
Max walked over to the soda machine, inserted a couple of dollar bills and bought two sodas, bringing her one.
"Thanks," she said, accepting it gratefully. Her throat was parched. They wandered over to a row of plastic chairs and sat quietly, side by side, while Marvin made phone calls.
After several minutes of discomfort, Bethanne found herself breaking the silence. "I thought about you last night." The confession popped out before she could censure it. She had no idea what had prompted the comment and instantly regretted it.
His gaze shot to hers. She could tell she"d surprised him.
Instead of dropping it the way she should have, she made matters worse. "Actually, I said a prayer for you.... I didn"t used to pray," she added awkwardly, feeling she needed to explain herself. "Not until recently." The words just kept coming. Normally Bethanne would never have blurted out something this personal. She hardly ever talked about politics or religion and never with someone who was basically a stranger.
He stared at her as if he didn"t know how to take her ad mission.
She"d started down this road, so she might as well continue. "I always believed in G.o.d. I went to church and all that, but, well...after my husband left me, I backed off for a while. I feel differently now...."
"You"re divorced?"
She nodded. "Six years now. Annie"s my daughter and Ruth"s my-mother-in-law."
"Ex-mother-in-law."
"Technically, you"re right. But I don"t think of her in those terms. Grant divorced me, but I chose to keep Ruth."
"Your husband"s an idiot," Max said.
"Ex-husband," she corrected, and to her astonishment, Max laughed.
Marvin glanced their way and lifted his chin. Max stood, joining the mechanic in his office. The two men spoke for a while; she finished her soda before Max returned.
"Marvin found a tow truck willing to drive out to the lake."
That was a relief. "Would it be okay if I rode back with the driver rather than on the Harley? No slight intended, but I think we"d both be more comfortable."
"That"s fine."
Once again they sat in silence. Finally, Max leaned forward, his forearms resting on his thighs. "Why did you feel you needed to say a prayer for me?" he asked.
Bethanne wasn"t sure what to tell him. She couldn"t very well admit he"d remained in her thoughts-and that she didn"t understand why. "I...asked G.o.d to keep you and your friends safe on the road. Of course, at the time, I didn"t know I was going to be riding, uh, buddy with you in the very near future." She tried to make light of it and realized she was saying far more than necessary. Maybe it was because he he didn"t speak much that she felt this compulsion to fill the void with chatter. didn"t speak much that she felt this compulsion to fill the void with chatter.
"Why?" he asked again after she"d stopped talking.
Bethanne closed her eyes and settled back against the hard chair. "I don"t exactly know." She wasn"t being completely honest. At the cafe she"d been aware that he was watching her as she moved about, waiting tables, delivering meals, doing her best to keep up with customers" demands. A couple of times their eyes had met. She"d smiled, but he hadn"t. His lack of response hadn"t intimidated her; instead, she saw something in him...something she recognized in herself. Pain. She sensed that he"d suffered the same kind of wrenching emotional pain she had. Ultimately that was what had prompted her to pray for him.
"Would you mind if I asked you a question?" She looked up at him.
"That depends. You can ask, but I might not answer."
"Fair enough."
Max walked over to the vending machine as if he needed to put distance between them.
Bethanne stood and followed him. "Did your wife leave you?" she asked in a low voice.
He turned and faced her and seemed to be studying her intently. Bethanne held his gaze.
"No," he said after a lengthy moment.
"Oh." She couldn"t keep her foot out of her mouth with this man.
"Kate died three years ago."
Bethanne wanted to tell him how sorry she was but instinctively knew he"d find no comfort in her condolences. "You"ve been on the bike ever since, haven"t you?"
He frowned and then nodded.
Bethanne wasn"t sure how she knew it, but she did. Living the life of a drifter probably meant he didn"t have children. No roots. No ties. Free to roam wherever the wind took him.
"Grant married Tiffany," she said.
"Good for him."
"Then she left him."
Max smiled. So did Bethanne.
"You"re supposed to say it served him right."
"Served him right," Max echoed.