“We’re not done yet, Noelle.”
Her hooded eyes and eager hip swivel tell me she’s ready for round two.
I don’t disappoint.
AFTER OUR SHOWER, WEdress, and I hear my woman’s stomach rumble.
“Come on, baby.”
I lead Noelle downstairs to get something to eat, but I notice Storm, Bear, Zoo, and Heathen sitting around a table in the bar. They aren’t drinking.
Storm glances at his phone. “Half the city is without power. It’s worse than anyone could have predicted.”
“Four inches of ice,” Bear adds.
Well, shit. I look at Noelle. “Call your sister.”
She nods and pulls her phone from the pocket of her jeans. When Amy doesn’t answer, I can tell she’s worried and anxious. “Torque, what can we do?”
“That’s a question for Storm.”
He heard Noelle. “We’ve got the snow trucks. Take one and bring them back here.”
Having an auto shop also means the club has a towing business. A few years ago, Storm bought trucks, and now we also plow snow or provide removal for local companies. The city can’t handle it all, especially when there’s weather this extreme.
I nod, but she squeezes my arm. “What is it?”
“If it’s as bad as you say, there are a lot of people without power who need help.”
She’s right.
“What if we take out all the trucks? I bet there are a few stations set up around the city for people who need shelter, food, and a place to wait while the power gets restored.” I direct that at Storm, who starts nodding his head.
“Yeah. We can’t leave people to freeze in their homes.”
“I can call around,” Bear offers. “Find out where to take people.”
“Do it,” Storm orders.
Zoo jumps to his feet. “They’ll need donations. Blankets, water, and probably food. We’ve got shit here that we can drop off.”
“Once Bear finds out, coordinate with him.”
Zoo dips his chin in acknowledgment and rushes after Bear as he leaves the bar.
“Torque? When can we leave?”
“As soon as we pack a few blankets and anything else you think we might need. There’s no way to tell how bad the roads are, but we should be prepared.” I brush her hair away from her face, caressing her jaw with my fingertips. “I’ll take you tothe kitchen first, and we can make some sandwiches. Maybe add some hot soup.”
“Or cocoa,” she adds.
“Yeah, baby. That should help. They might be cold once we get to them.”
Her worried expression betrays her anxiety. “Okay. Lots of blankets.”
“Only what’s necessary. Others will need them too,” I remind her.
“Right.” She’s anxious, and I know I need to redirect her.
