I thought the biker was going to kidnap me but what he did made everyone cry. He pulled over next to my broken down limousine on that empty Texas road. I was standing there in my wedding dress, mascara running down my face, thirty minutes away from the church where 200 guests were waiting, and this massive man on a Harley rolled up like something out of a nightmare.

My name is Rachel and I was supposed to marry the love of my life at 4 PM on June 15th. It was 3 PM. The limousine had died in the middle of nowhere.

My phone had no signal. And now a leather-clad stranger was getting off his motorcycle and walking toward me. I grabbed my bouquet like it was a weapon.

Stupid, I know. What was I going to do, throw roses at him? “Car trouble?” His voice was gruff.

Deep. He looked about sixty years old with gray hair, weathered skin, and arms covered in tattoos. Everything about him screamed danger.

“The driver went to find help,” I said, backing toward the limo. “He’ll be back any minute.”

The biker looked down the empty road. Looked back at me.

“Ma’am, there’s nothing for about twelve miles in either direction. Your driver’s gonna be walking for a while.”

My heart sank. Twelve miles.

The wedding started in twenty-eight minutes. “You getting married today?” He nodded at my dress. “I was supposed to.

At four.” My voice cracked. “At St. Michael’s Church.

But that’s—”

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“About thirty minutes from here. I know the place.” He walked past me toward the limousine, and I flinched. But he just looked under the hood and shook his head.

“Serpentine belt snapped. This thing isn’t going anywhere without a tow.”

I started crying. Full, ugly sobbing.

Two years of planning. My grandmother’s dress that I’d had altered. My father who’d flown in from overseas for the first time in three years.

Michael, my sweet Michael, standing at that altar waiting for me. And I was stuck on the side of a dirt road with a broken limo and a stranger who terrified me. The biker watched me cry for a moment.

Then he did something I didn’t expect. He took off his leather vest and held it out to me. “What are you doing?” I asked, confused.