“Spending the day with you sounds like a good time.” She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter what we’re doing.”
I let out a small laugh and shook my head.
“Thanks, baby,” I said, leaning down to kiss her. “This is seriously fuckin’ cool of you.”
“You want to take the truck?” she asked, her eyes lighting up.
“Yeah, let’s take the truck.”
“Awesome.”
I helped her into the passenger seat and ran back to the open apartment door to set my helmet inside and lock up. Harper was already buckled in with a backpack at her feet when I climbed in the driver’s side and set my pile of clothes on the bench seat between us. Leo kept the inside of the Chevy in perfect condition, and even though the work was done years ago, it still looked like the day we’d finished it.
“I can’t believe Leo let you borrow this,” I said, shaking my head as I fired up the engine.
“Not me,” Harper replied.“You.”
“How’d you talk him into it?”
“I mentioned that I’d just go with you on the bike,” she said with a snicker. “The man will ride in literally any weather imaginable, but God forbid I do it.”
“I can’t see you ridin’ to Portland in the rain.”
“Oh, hell no,” she replied immediately. “He told me to tell you to take care of his baby.”
“I will,” I replied, my eyes on her.
“I’m pretty sure he meant the truck,” she grumbled. “But you’re sweet.”
“I’ll take care of both,” I assured her as we pulled onto the road.
“Can we stop at Charlie’s and get some coffee?” she asked hopefully.
“Sure.” We rode in the quiet for a few minutes as I headed to the little coffee trailer that her aunt owned. It was a few minutes out of the way, closer to the club than my place, but worth it. Plus, it was practically a sacrilege to go to a different shop in Eugene. No one in that familyeverbought their coffee anywhere else.
Since it was Saturday there was no morning rush, and we were able to drive right up to the window. When we got there, Charlie’s head popped out.
“Well, you’re not who I expected to see,” she greeted with a laugh. “My brother-in-law know you stole his truck? I’m not hiding your ass when he figures it out.”
“Hey, Aunt Charlie,” Harper called, scooting across the seat so she could look out my window.
“This shit just keeps getting weirder and weirder,” Charlie replied, leaning down on her elbows. “Hey, Harp!”
“Can you make me something good?”
“You want hot or cold?”
“Hot.”
“Two shots or three?”
“Three, please.”
“You got it.” She looked at me. “What about you, Bas?”
“Drip coffee, please.”
“I don’t even know why I asked.” She rolled her eyes.
