something.”
“I asked Sugar Jay to keep quiet.”
“We’ll tell them when I get back.”
My body went still as Crabby’s words sank in. He was leaving and hasn’t mentioned it until now.
“When do you go away?”
“Tomorrow. That’s why we’ll wait until I return.”
As he finishes speaking, Crabby rose over me, his fingers tugging on my chin until I face him.
“I’ll not let you face them on your own Apple-Pie’”
“What about Momma.”
When I return Apple-Pie. We’ll sort something out on my return.”
Chapter 8
This is our third road trip to hunt down The Hybrid Reapers. Each time we came up with a dead lead, frustration swept through me. And today I was feeling it twice as strong. And why, because I’d left a cuddly Apple-Pie in bed. Impatiently, I swept the dust with the scuff of my black leather boots as I waited for Trax and Quick Draw. As Quick Draw left the clubhouse, his glance landed on me and I thought I detected a hint of regret. Which he quickly hid behind a breezy smile, as he saluted me and mounted his bike. Trax soon followed, only to be accompanied by Tabby. With a casual wave at Trax, I waited by my bike before mounting it as Tabby came in my direction.
“You didn’t come to the club last night.”
“Nope.”
“How’s Emily.”
Green eyes blazed into mine and behind the banked fire, I spotted remorse. Tabby’s gaze shifted from mine to glance over my shoulder,
“She’s settling into the apartment fine.”
“She’s waited a long time for you Crabby. Hurt her…”
Tabby didn’t need to finish the sentence. He has to understand; I have waited a long time, and a part of that waiting hasn’t been easy at times, hating myself for the way I felt about Apple-Pie. If I hadn’t killed Jimmy Joe Would I have hung around Comfort Springs, with temptation on my doorstep, or would I have left? Fortunately, for me the choice was taken away from me and now Emily is mine.
“You know Tabby I get the best mixture in Apple-Pie. She’s half Rayven and half Baby Blu.”
Suddenly the air was filled with laughter as Dec came bounding down the stairs.
“In that case Crabby, you’ve got the worse combination. And I don’t pity you.”
“Stop gossiping ladies. Let the boys go and do their jobs.”
As Inferno joined Tabby and Dec, I gave a groan inside while I offered the brothers a blustery smile as I pushed the bike back to join Trax and Quick Draw. Another glance at the five men and I decide the club was becoming too family related. Each of these men had a claim on Apple-Pie. However, I doubt if one of them knew her like I did. Did they understand the torment she has been through?
With a weary shake of my head, I raise my hand and give the signal to hit the road. As Comfort Springs became nothing more than a spot behind me, my breathing eased. With a signal of his left hand from Trax, Quick Draw and I pull into the layby and wait for Trax as he pulls up beside us, pulling a map from his cut to spread it over the handlebars of his Harley. With his finger he pointed out to an area which is marked with a thick red cross.
“We’ve searched this area twice. There’s no point returning there again.”
“Okay then what do you want to do?”
Quietly I listen and watch Trax and Quick Draw as they discuss and decide on a plan. These men may be several years younger than I am, yet their experience with the club, matched mine, and I happily let them decide which route we were to take.
Soon we were off the beaten track, riding around aimlessly, as we went from one dead-end to another. Finally, as the frustration within me began to mount I signaled to the bikers to pull over.
“Look, why don’t we go back to the old shack where we found Apple-Pie.”
“We’ve searched that place several times Crabby and each time we’ve come up empty.”
“You may have Trax. I haven’t. You might have missed something