Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
“Our first date?”
He shrugged. “I refuse to think of Dirty Dan’s as our first date.”
“You’d rather be reminded of us having to sneak out before morning to bury a mirror?”
“Yes, I would. I’d rather completely forget about Marty, and you’re going to help me do that by not mentioning he’s moving to Treepoint.”
“But—”
“No, butts … unless it’s yours,” he joked, tapping her on the side of her bottom to get her to stand up when they heard the sound of Viper’s car outside.
Taking her hand, they walked to the door. Raising her wrist, he stared down at the bracelet, looking at the charms. A new one had been added that he hadn’t seen in Nashville.
“When did you get this one?” Reaper touched the fragile gold sand dollar.
“T.A. gave it to me.” Ginny didn’t lift her eyes from the bracelet.
“Why’d T.A. give you a charm? It looks expensive.”
“She gave it to me for singing at her wedding.”
“That was nice of her.”
“She’s a nice person.”
The loud honk from the yard had them going outside.
Uncaring of Viper watching, he placed a kiss on her lips. “When I come back, I’ll be bringing that door.”
“You going to tell Silas why you’re wanting to put that door up?” she teased.
“I’ll leave that up to you,” he said, going down the steps. Seeing her expression, he came right back up the steps. “I’ll talk to him, okay?” Rubbing a thumb over her trembling bottom lip, he pulled Ginny into his body. “If it’s going to make you uncomfortable, when I come back, we’ll talk it over and find another place for us to stay. Now, will you behave, or am I going to have to shove that horn up Viper’s ass?”
“I’ll behave.”
The tight hug she gave him made him feel better about leaving.
Waving at Matthew and Isaac as they were going inside their shop, he got inside Viper’s SUV.
“We’re late,” Viper snapped at him before Reaper could shut the door.
“I got that message two honks ago,” Reaper snapped back.
“I told you we couldn’t be late to the meeting with the FBI when I talked to you this morning. Now we’re not going to have time to meet with Diamond beforehand.”
“We already know what she would have told us—be quiet and let her do the talking. I plan to follow her advice, though she didn’t have time to give it.”
“You’re in a good mood.” Viper looked at him suspiciously.
“Do me a favor; if I swear not to off myself, will you quit looking for signs that aren’t there? At least not anymore. I feel good. Actually, I feel fucking great.”
“You back on your anti-depressants? If so, pass me a couple. I had to listen to every brother in the club offer to pack Taylor’s shit back into her car before you could come today. Then Knox called and told me the FBI were waiting for him when he came in this morning, wanting us brought in for questioning.”
“I’ll bring Taylor’s shit out to her car myself after our meeting, and we can let Diamond do the talking to the FBI. They have to build a case against us. They have to prove we’re responsible for Slate’s disappearance. That’s going to take time.”
“What about Memphis? They have the tape to prove what happened to him,” Viper stated as he parked in the police parking lot.
“I think I have a plan for that. We’ll talk after the meeting. Then I’ll go see the brothers and get Taylor out of your hair. At least Ginny doesn’t know about her being at the club,” he said, getting out of the car and catching Viper’s expression. He knew when he was fucked. “She knows Taylor’s at the club?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck. Thanks, big brother.” He slammed the car door shut.
“I was worried about how you would react. I thought Taylor was part of the reason you wanted to kill yourself ….” Viper snapped his mouth closed. “Okay, I fucked up.”
Gavin laughed, slinging a brotherly arm around Viper’s shoulders. “Welcome to my world.”
Any visage of a smile disappeared before walking into the sheriff’s office where the desk clerk sent them to the courthouse.
“Knox and your lawyer will meet you in Room 2, in the lower level. They are waiting for you.”
Reaper and Viper shared speculative glances as they went back out the door then headed for the courthouse.
“We’re fucked.”
Reaper’s good mood rapidly disappeared at Viper’s worried curse.
Viper had become mired in the shitstorm Memphis had created. The betraying bastard deserved the death he had been dealt. The greedy fucker had been ready to blow the whole fucking club up before he had been caught.
Finding the room, Reaper saw a state trooper guarding the door. Another state trooper was stationed outside a door farther down.
The trooper checked their IDs before opening the door. “Make sure you keep several feet apart.” Motioning them inside, he then shut the door behind them.