Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 133511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 534(@250wpm)___ 445(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 534(@250wpm)___ 445(@300wpm)
“You want help?” Puck asked, his voice a whisper. “Know you’re going in quiet, but it never hurts to have backup.”
I liked the idea—felt natural to have Puck at my back. “Let me talk to Gage. See what he thinks.”
• • •
An hour later we’d finished all our business. There wasn’t a ton—this weekend was more of a social event than anything else. I caught Gage’s eye on the way out, and he waved me over.
“Puck’s offered to come with us,” I told him. “We’re tight, and it probably wouldn’t hurt to have someone from the Bastards along for the ride.”
Gage frowned.
“I’d rather not. I know he’s a good kid, but if we bring in a second club that complicates things. We take one of the Bastards with us, then the Jacks will want one of theirs along and suddenly there’s ten of us hitting town. Right now it’s contained in our territory and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“Fair enough,” I said, seeing his logic, even if I didn’t like it. Puck was a good man to have at your back. Of course, so was Gage. He’d been sergeant at arms for a reason—the man was a brick. Solid, dangerous, utterly loyal to the club. “So when do you want to go?”
“I’m thinking we head out soon,” he said. “Already talked to Pic about putting someone else in place at The Line. It could take a while and I don’t want to leave them hanging. Now I’m trying to think of something that’ll let me set up shop there for a while, but also give me an excuse to take off whenever I need to . . . I don’t like going undercover but it’s for the best right now.”
“I hear you. So you think it’ll take a while?”
“No idea,” he replied. “You flexible? I won’t need you there all the time, but I’ll want you backing me at least part of the time.”
“Sure, I can make it work,” I said, figuring I’d bring along a few sketch pads or something. I’d gone more than a year without doing any serious art—no reason to get worked up about it now. “What if we say you’re a trucker? Lets you come and go, distances you from club life while still giving you an excuse to ride a bike when you’re in town. Not only that, Pic’s got his hands on Pace Howard’s big rig right now—he let him park it behind the shop while he’s deployed, promised he’d keep it up and running. Maybe we can use that.”
Gage nodded thoughtfully.
“Not a bad idea,” he said. “I’ll talk to Pic, see what he has to say about it. How are you holding up? Two weeks out now, right?”
“Good,” I said, realizing it was true. Aside from the Melanie situation, I was happy with things overall. “Parole officer—I’m with Torres, he’s on the payroll—seems to know his place. Not supposed to be heading out of state, but he’ll cover for me.”
“All right, then,” he said. “I’ll talk to Pic. Let me know if there’s any complications on your end, and we’ll plan to leave tomorrow or Monday.”
I nodded, then headed down the stairs toward the main floor of the Armory. There were more people up and about now. I could smell breakfast coming from the kitchen and figured they’d be doing the usual—cooking inside, serving food out in the courtyard.
Might as well get myself something to eat.
Outside I grabbed a plate and then loaded up on eggs, ham, and hash browns. I’d just sat down at a table with Ruger, Horse, and Duck when Kit Hayes—Em’s evil sister, and I don’t use those words lightly—plopped down next to me.
“We’re going to the fair tonight,” she announced. “A bunch of us want to see the rodeo and maybe eat some of those little donuts that they throw in the bags with powdered sugar. Sophie and Marie want to go, but your ladies won’t if you guys don’t. What do you think?”
“Note how she pretends our opinion matters,” Duck muttered, leaning toward me. I had to smile. The older man was in his sixties, and while he was always shown respect, he tended to stick close to the clubhouse most of the time.
“Don’t look at me,” I told him. “She’s here to recruit Horse and Ruger.”
Kit glared at me.
“Don’t spoil it,” she said, arching a brow. “We want everyone to come with us, but I know for a fact that Marie won’t go if Horse doesn’t, and the same for Sophie and Ruger. They feel like there’s work to do out here at the Armory.”
“There is work to do out here,” Horse said, his voice dry. “We’ve guests camped out back. They’ll need dinner.”
“Which they can buy at the fair,” Kit said, her smile growing grim and fixed. “Not only that, there’s plenty of other women who aren’t going. And it’s not like the rodeo goes that late. You can all come back here and party when it’s over . . . and it’s not like sitting around drinking in this courtyard is anything special. You guys do that all the time. The rodeo only comes once a year.”