“Where are you staying?”
He nodded toward the road. “The same place I lived before.” Which happened to be right down the street from me; effectively making him my neighbor, since there was no one else to the right of my cabin.
I didn’t know if I was ready to step foot in his place yet. There were so many memories there. “I think you’ve said everything you needed to. What more could you possibly have to tell me?”
Gaze torn, he straddled his bike and sighed. “You have no idea. Now hop on your bike and let’s go.”
“What if I want to stay here?” I countered.
He started to put on his helmet and stopped. “Then I’ll take you back on mine. Your choice, Kassie.” When I didn’t move toward my bike, he set his helmet down, no doubt living up to his word. He’d strap me down to his motorcycle if he had to.
Rolling my eyes, I took a deep breath and got back on my bike. “Fine, I’m ready. Let’s go.”
Logan
By the time I got to my cabin, the sun began to go down. Micah sat on my front porch steps, tapping his watch. “Took your time, didn’t you?” he shouted. I shut off my bike and hopped off. “How did sweetcheeks take your apology?”
Huffing, I took my helmet off. “She didn’t. But at least she didn’t slap me, which was what I expected.”
Micah burst out laughing. “There’s still plenty of time for that. When are you going to see her again?”
I stormed past him toward the door. “Fuck if I know. She doesn’t want to be anywhere near me. I screwed up big time.”
Micah followed me into the cabin. “Yeah, you did, but I bet she doesn’t know the whole story, does she?”
“No,” I grumbled. “I was about to tell her, before you interrupted me.” There were things Kassie didn’t know, times when I did come back to tell her the truth, only to find her with someone else. After the last time, I’d figured she’d completely moved on. It was best to leave her be.
“Sorry, man. You picked a hell of a time to get back with your girl.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not trying to get back with her. She deserved the truth and I wanted her forgiveness. Looks like that’s not going to happen.”
He slapped me on the shoulder. “Give it time. I’m sure things’ll work out.”
“I sure as hell hope so.” My phone beeped with an incoming text.
Richard: Everyone’s gone. Meet you here.
Me: Be there in 10.
“He’s ready?” Micah asked.
“Yep, let’s get our shit and go.” Hurrying to my room, I grabbed my bag with all the equipment. I had five cameras that were left over from a case I solved over a year ago. They came in handy every now and again. I could watch the feed from my laptop or phone anytime I wanted.
Micah opened the door when he saw me approach and I locked it behind us.
“So tell me what happened today,” I said. He hadn’t been able to tell me much over the phone, since he’d been with the Hendrix racers at the time.
Micah groaned. “First off, let me say, most of the cocksuckers out this way are nothing but limp-wristed bitches. It took all I had not to beat the shit out of a few of them.”
I chuckled. “Not exactly the kind of people we’re used to.”
“No shit. I don’t see how any of them could be the ones we’re looking for.”
“True, but sometimes the worst ones are the people you least expect.” We’d seen it numerous times in our line of work.
“After tryouts, I rode to that hangout you told me about. I was invited to a party this weekend by Jacob Privette. Looks like word of my riding got around to the Hendrix team.”
I had no doubt. “Where is it at?”
A wide grin spread across his face. “Brad Hendrix’s house. I’m ready to get a good look at the cocky bastard.”
I scoffed. “Not much to see. He’s an ass.”
“Do you think he has it in him to kill someone?” he questioned.
We pulled into the shop’s parking lot and rode around to the back, so no one would see my truck from the road. The lights were off, but Richard stood by the back door with a flashlight.
“Don’t know, but we’ll be ready if he is.”
“How long are we gonna keep this charade up? We can’t stay undercover forever. What if whoever’s responsible doesn’t lash out again?”
Sighing, I shut off the truck and opened the door. “Then I guess we go home. Someone wanted me gone years ago and they achieved it, until now. With bringing me and Ethan back, I’m hoping it gets this person mad.”
“How long?” he asked, pushing the issue.
I wanted to say until the fucker was caught, but there was no telling how long that would be. “A month. Two, tops,” I replied.
He nodded. “All right. At least with riding, the chicks will be plentiful. I’ll see what all I can find out this weekend.” We hopped out of the truck and walked over to Richard, who held his hand out to Micah.
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Richard.”