Forgotten Love

By: Cher Etan

“Okay, okay, but your bike wheel is all twisted, won’t you at least allow us to take you home?” the second impudent man said.

Leila peered down through the arms of the man carrying her and saw her bike laying forlorn and injured by the sidewalk. She made a small sound of distress.

“I’ll pay for repairs of course,” the man carrying her said quickly, seemingly afraid that she’d burst into tears or descend into some other form of feminine display of emotion.

Leila said nothing, just allowed herself to be placed in the back seat. She was beginning to feel pain along her arm and at her right ankle so maybe the men were right and she was injured. She didn’t see how taking a ride from the two strangers who hit her was wise though. They were very insistent however, so she decided to go with it but dug into her pocket and extracted her phone. It seemed to have suffered no ill effects in the accident so she took a picture of her erstwhile rescuers and sent it to Sheila with a text telling her that if she didn’t hear from her in two hours she was to take the photos to the police.

“Feel better now?” man number two asked after watching her send the text in amusement. She shot him a glare and ignored his remark, looking down instead to inspect herself. There was a hole in the knee of her black pants and her arm was definitely gashed if not actively bleeding at the moment. Her foot looked fine but it was too early to tell if the pain indicated a sprain or a break. She hoped it was neither, please God, she had a fundraiser to arrange by the day after tomorrow.

“I’m Jonathon Leary,” the man sitting beside her with the smug smile said.

“Leila Masters,” she replied automatically not looking at him.

“That’s my driver Mathews, he’s the one who hit you and he’s very sorry,” Jonathon said.

Leila glanced up and then back down to her arm. Was it possible to get through this journey without talking? She could feel the Jonathon dude’s eyes on her and she squirmed uncomfortably. How to ask him to stop staring without causing offense and/or showing fear?

“We don’t bite you know?” he said further startling her.

“I’m sure you don’t,” she replied with a fake smile.

Mathews turned around to look at her, “Where can we take you?”

Leila gave them directions to her house and Mathews nodded and turned around to start the vehicle. He’d deposited her bike in the trunk as promised and now he drew smoothly into the traffic. Jonathon sighed theatrically, prompting Leila to look over at him. He gave her a wry glance.

“I was really hoping to get some coffee at Starbucks,” he said regretfully.

Leila almost smiled, “Well I didn’t exactly stop you.”

“Indeed,” Jonathon agreed. “But we can’t exactly throw you under our vehicle and then ask you to please wait while we get our coffee fix of the day now can we?”

Leila shrugged, “I don’t know. Can you?”

Jonathon laughed, looking at her with renewed interest.

“So are you like, a professional biker?” he asked.

“No. I’m a lawyer,” Leila said looking him warningly in the eye. Jonathon shuddered theatrically.

“Oh oh, are we in trouble or what?” he said waving his hands as if he was afraid.

“Well, I’d watch out if I were you and be on my best behavior,” Leila said tongue in cheek.

Jonathon laughed again, “I definitely like you.”

“Lucky me,” Leila replied wryly.

“Oh you have no idea,” Jonathon said, his eyes full of mystery and speculation.

Leila frowned at him but he just stared impassively back. And then he smiled. That was when Leila knew she was in trouble.


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