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Chapter 2: No Angel

Sansa couldn't believe what she was doing as she drove the Hound and his big muscle bike back to her garage. Most everybody she knew would have described her as a bit on the shy side, even a little prude. So what was she doing flirting like that with a complete stranger? 'What is he going to think of me?' she wondered to herself as glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

There was something about him that she liked, something that ignited a fire in her that other men had not before. As she'd rolled out from under that Buick and looked up at the towering hunk of man standing over her, her heart lept out of her chest. He was strong with a good build. His tight jeans had hugged his little butt, the biceps on his bare arms dared anybody to test his strength, and most of all he seemed kind. You wouldn't think that at first glance, with half his face all scarred up, the leather biker vest he wore and his big leather boots. Perhaps it was the way he let her talk, or the slight grin he'd crack when she teased him. He certainly had a face only a mother could love, but that didn't bother Sansa much. She'd dated beautiful men, slept with beautiful men...and found them all focused on one thing - being beautiful.

Who was she kidding anyway? She probably wasn't his type and besides, he was just blowing through town. What was the point in trying if he'd be gone in a couple of days.

"Just lower the bed down and I'll take it off the truck." Sandor told her as she brought her truck to a stop.

Sansa lowered the bed and watched the giant of a man lift his bike off of it. 'He's certainly got some nice muscles.' she mused as he brought to motorcycle to her.

"Thanks." She said, "Put it here just in case I need to raise if off the ground a bit." With that she grabbed her flashlight and began her investigation. She started as she always did, looked in the wheel wells and at the breaks before she took a closer look at the engine.

"By the wear here I can tell you like to ride her hard." Sansa looked out from the motorcycle just in time to see Sandor crack a cheeky grin. "Some girls like that." She continued, "But in a year or so you are gonna have to replace the shocks."

Now she was abundantly aware that Sandor was observing her. Not in that creepy sexy way, but with a curiosity that made her flush in the cheeks and chest, which was kind of where his eyes had wandered to.

Sansa took a peek inside the engine, unscrewing parts of the body so she could get a better view inside. "Well you weren't kidding when you said a piece flew off. Come here a sec, let me show you how bad it is."

As Sandor came over and bent down close to her their shoulders touched, sending an electric pulse through her body. 'If touching him gets me hot, I'm one sad girl. Has it been really that long since I had a man?' It probably had.

"Look here." She started, "The bolt here came loose and was propelled through here and here. Exiting your bike and leaving you stranded. The problem is I can't just replace the damaged parts and the bolt, I have to rebuild part of the engine."

She watched Sandor take a closer look, pushing his finger deeper into the engine to investigate the problem on his own. "So how much is that gonna set me back?" He asked, turning his eyes to Sansa's.

"Well, first of all I don't keep those kinds of parts here. So I'll need to order everything from Boulder, which will take about a week. Then I need about 3 or 4 days to rebuild it."

He nodded, clearly not out of sorts that it would take a while.

"It's not going to be cheap." She said searching his eyes for a hint as to how much he would be willing to pay. "I guess about 4K including labor. It's a beautiful bike, but the parts cost...I cost." she winked, not knowing again what had gotten into her. 'He's going to think I'm a prostitute for sure.'

"Fuck." Was the only word that escaped his mouth as he ran his fingers through his long hair and turned away from her. "Let me guess, you only take cash?"

"Yeah." She said. "Okay so if you aren't good for it we can try it another way."

At this he turned to her, waiting to see what she had to say.

Almost nervously Sansa pushed her index fingers together and looked toward the garage floor. "Well you know I do have some work around here that I'd been putting off because…" she trailed off a bit trying to find the right word, "...because I need a big guy like you to help me with it."

At this Sandor threw his head back and laughed. "You gonna have me chopping firewood for you little bird? Your brother can't help you around here?"

She shook her head, her smile fading a bit. "No, when you see him you'll understand." Realizing she'd just brought the conversation down to a personal and darker level she continued, smile renewed, "I've got some things you can do around here to work off your debt, then all you'd owe me is 2K."

He seemed to consider something a moment before answering, "Well seems like I'm not going anywhere anyway. So sure, I'll help ya out around here."

"Good." She said, looking forward to spending a bit more time with this hunk of a stranger that had wandered into her life. She handed him a broom, "You can start by sweeping up while I order the parts." Her cheeky grin dared him to defy her.

With a gruff snort and a grin Sandor snatched the broom out of her hands. "Is there a hotel around here?" He asked as she turned and started walking toward the office.

"Yeah. About 100 miles from here." She said never turning around. "But you can stay at mine."

"Ain't your boyfriend gonna be mad?" he shot back, clearly testing the waters a bit.

That was when she turned to look him in the face, "Gave up men a while back sweetheart. And no, I'm not a lesbian."

"I didn't say shit!" He retorted.

"No, but you were thinking it." Sansa grinned, knowing she was right.

He shook his head, "How much is it going to cost me?" he yelled out to her as she made her way closer to the office.

"Tall handsome strangers with kick ass motorcycles stay for free." She yelled, never once turning around.

"How do you know I'm trust worthy little bird?" He shouted back.

"I don't." She said, unlocking the office door and then shutting it firmly behind her.

Sansa leaned against the door and exhaled deeply. Was she really so desperate to get out of this place that she'd bring a stranger into her home? He was right to raise the question of trust, did she care so little for her own safety that she didn't care if he raped or and stole all her money? After mom and dad had died she had never really been the same, and after what happened two weeks ago, she'd be happy to have a big man around her house a bit. Sansa hated to admit that she needed some protection, needed somebody around to help her forget the pain and to keep the boogeyman at bay. She'd been no angel in her lifetime, but she'd try to do right by her parents and her siblings. Sansa had tried her hand at many things to keep her family afloat, but the walls were closing in.

"Perhaps this Hound, can help me out of this mess." She said as she picked up the phone and dialed her parts dealer in Boulder.