Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
If I could only make it look like an accident…
Sara stayed with me the whole way, not letting me get too far in front of or behind her for fear that I’d break down and be taken off the side of the highway.
After receiving a text from her saying we were stopping to eat, I was too tired to even fight it.
I had my hair up high on my head, my tank top and short blue jean shorts were wrinkled as hell, and I’d lost one of my shoes.
When we pulled into the parking lot of Dud’s, the last thing on my mind was who was in that bar.
What was actually on my mind was my inability to say no to my mother. She may be a con artist, a drug user, and a master manipulator, but she was still my mother. I’d been trying to say no to her for years now, and I couldn’t do it.
She would always be that woman that tucked me in at night, or who I ran to when I was hurt and needed love.
I couldn’t reconcile the two.
Needless to say, my mind was on other things as I walked into the bar and grill with Sara after finding a flip-flop under the driver’s seat that didn’t match the ones that I’d left town with the day before.
There were two shoes, though. So there was that.
I knew why she’d picked Dud’s the moment I walked in and spotted the entire Gator Bait MC crew taking up nearly half the room.
My eyes zeroed in on Davis immediately.
He was seated next to Wake, the club’s president, and Etienne, the Cajun hottie that ran his own construction business.
It was at this time that I realized I needed to be careful.
Before Davis and I had done anything a few days ago, I’d have thrown a walleyed fit. I’d have given Sara murder eyes and threatened to leave. Then I’d have made her work for me staying.
But now…all I wanted to do was walk over to Davis and give him hell, just to see what he would do.
“Sara…” I growled.
She held up her hand. “It’s okay. We’re both here. We’ll be civil. We’ll eat. Then go home. I just want Davis to see your car and see if he knows anyone that can look into it. Maybe help you out.”
I felt my eyelid twitch.
I also felt my heart start to pick up speed, and my lack of dress start to become glaringly obvious.
CHAPTER 9
I’m sorry I offended you by using facts and logic.
-Davis to Greer
DAVIS
I’d been tracking their progress since they left.
Sara had absolutely begged me to join her friends circle on Life 360, and I was ashamed to admit I paid way too much attention to another such person in her friends circle that definitely wasn’t Sara.
Needless to say, I’d been on my phone for the last half an hour tracking their whereabouts and knew the moment she pulled into the parking lot at Dud’s.
I’d told Sara to meet us here for dinner having seen she’d arrive within fifteen minutes of us, and she’d readily agreed.
I hadn’t realized how much the sight of Greer would excite me, however, as she walked into the sparsely lit bar and grill.
She clocked us the second she got through the door, and I saw the moment she realized I was there.
The expression on her face went from happy, to sad, to angry, to an altogether different emotion I couldn’t quite pinpoint.
My eyes trailed over the length of her body.
She was wearing indecently short blue jean shorts that had more holes in them than fabric. A black tank top that looked like it’d seen better days. And her hair was piled high up on her head, and tendrils of the mass were falling out of her hastily fashioned topknot, framing her face. And she was wearing one pink flip-flop and one blue.
My lips curved up at the corner as I watched her say something to Sara. Sara said something back, then placed both of her hands together in the universal sign of praying before Greer sighed and agreed, likely to staying at the bar.
Normally, this would amuse me.
Today it pissed me off.
I wanted her to want to be here. I didn’t want her to be forced to stay…
They walked together toward us, and I tried to surreptitiously watch her while not watching her at the same time. By the time that Sara took the unclaimed seat beside me, the only spot left was directly in front of me next to Dutch.
“Have a seat.” Dutch patted the empty chair beside her.
Dutch and Greer spoke quietly next to each other for a few long minutes, meanwhile I listened to Sara as she explained what had gone down on the two-day trip to North Carolina.
“The car is messed up,” Sara said, loud enough for Greer to hear.