Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Okay. Hopefully, we won’t but thank you.”
I gave her a nod before continuing out the door.
It was beyond late, and I was ready to call it a night. My place was half an hour away, and in a few hours, I’d have to turn around and come right back. So, I opted to stay at the clubhouse. It was just easier, and I was hopeful that it was late enough that most of the guys had already settled in for the night.
When I got there, I was pleased to see that it was quiet. Most of the lights were out, and there was no music coming from the bar. I took that as a good sign as I made my way to my room. I took a quick shower and landed myself in bed. I was hoping to get at least a couple of hours of sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, I found myself thinking about that girl.
She was just a kid. She was somebody’s daughter, and God knows what those two assholes had planned for her. It was that thought that kept my sleep at bay. I tossed and turned for a few hours, and when it was clear that sleep wasn’t in the cards for me, I gave up. I got out of bed, got dressed, and made my way out to Grim’s holding room.
I was curious to see how things were going with him and the two assholes I’d sent over. But when I walked in, the lights were out, and there was no sign of Grim. I was about to pull out my phone and call Smitty when something in the holding room caught my eye. I opened the door and flipped on the light, and I was pleased to see that both men were there.
Grim had them bound with their hands above their heads, and they were out cold with even more wounds than they’d had when I shoved them in the trunk. He’d worked them over good, and that had me feeling a sense of satisfaction as I made my way back inside and into the kitchen.
I was in dire need of some caffeine.
I was up before everyone else, so the making of said coffee was up to me. I wasn’t exactly good at it. It came out strong, borderline sludge, but it was hot and had plenty of caffeine. It was just what I needed. I made a couple of eggs and toast, and I’d just sat down to eat when the back door creaked open.
I glanced up and was surprised to see that it was Preacher. It was almost six-thirty, and he looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. I smirked as I teased, “Damn, old man. It’s almost seven, and you’re just now showing up?”
“Don’t start with me, brother.”
“What? I’m just trying to make sure you aren’t planning an early retirement or something.”
“You know better than that.”
He headed straight for the coffee pot. He poured himself a cup and took a long sip before walking over and sitting down next to me. There was no denying it. The man looked as tired as I felt. “You finally settled in over at Tabitha’s?”
“Yeah, we’re getting there,” he said, rubbing his jaw.
“Something going on?”
“Just worried about her. She’s been busting her ass with those horses, and I know she loves ‘em and all that. But it’s a lot to take on by herself.”
“What about Harlan and her boys?”
“The boys don’t have time to help her out. And Harlan’s good, but she needs two more just like him.”
“The brothers are spread pretty thin right now.”
“I know. I’m thinking we need to hire someone, and not just some kid looking to earn gas money.”
“I hear ya.” I nodded, thinking it over. “What about Misty?”
That got his attention. His eyes narrowed slightly, and I could tell I’d piqued his interest. “She’s always the first to step up when something needs done. Doesn’t drink too much and only fucks with the guys when they want her to. Hell, she’s always the one wrangling the girls when they get too wild. Keeps her head down and does the work. She could be good.”
“You think she’d be interested?”
“Don’t see why not. She’s been trying to pick up extra hours at the Vault anyway, and she’s always had a soft spot for animals.”
“Alright, I’ll mention it to Tabitha and see what she thinks.”
I gave him a small nod and went back to sipping my coffee. Preacher leaned back in his chair and stretched until his spine gave a crack loud enough to echo. He grimaced and muttered something under his breath about getting old, but he seemed anything but old to me.
It was still early, and he was still shaking off the cobwebs. But that didn’t stop me from saying, “So, we had a situation at the Vault last night.”