Her father is gone.
I didn’t know Mustang that well, having only spent a little time with him when I would visit, but I knew he was a tough man who loved his daughter fiercely. Rain never got over the fact that he didn’t want to continue treatment, and I don’t blame her, but at the same time, I understand where he was coming from.
I wouldn’t have wanted to live in pain if I’d had the choice either.
Instead, for the last six months, he lived his best life. He went on rides, hung out with his brothers, spent time with his daughter, and everything in between. Day by day, we watched him decline slowly.
It was hard enough for me to watch. I don’t know how Rain did it.
My eyes drift back to the man at her side.
Ridge has been with her the entire time, stuck to her like glue. At first, she hated it. She wanted nothing to do with him, but the worse her dad got, the less she fought.
Dove draws the service to a close. Asher and I don’t move. We let the strangers who aren’t welcome back to the clubhouse give Rain their condolences.
“Hey,” my brother and Maggie say as they approach.
“Hi. How are you holding up?” I offer them a soft smile.
“I’m fine, more worried about Rain.” My brother shrugs.
“I think we all are,” Maggie says softly.
“The lawyer is still adamant that he meet with her once we are done here?” Asher asks.
Calloway nods. “Yeah, her and Ridge. I don’t know why the asshole refused to give her a few days.”
“He’s just doing his job,” Maggie reminds him.
The wind howls, making us all shiver.
“You guys got everything you need before the storm hits?” my brother asks.
Asher nods. “Yeah, I went into town the other day and grabbed extra supplies.”
For the last few days, the guys have been stocking the clubhouse, preparing it for all of us to be snowed in together.
“Good.”
“Did Ashley decide if she was going to come ride it out with us?” Maggie asks him.
Asher shakes his head. “No, she wanted to stay close to home in case something happened there.”
“Do you think it will be as bad as they say it will?” I ask, looking between the two guys.
“Never know. Usually, weathermen get it wrong, but there is that 1 percent chance that they could be right,” Calloway says.
Asher nods. “Besides, it’s not like we won’t use the shit we bought anyway. We didn’t go crazy and buy shit we won’t use.”
Maggie giggles, making us all look at her like she’s crazy.
“I’m sorry, bad time to laugh, but I just remembered the police report I read this morning. Apparently, there was a fight at a pharmacy last night between two people prepping for the storm,” she tells us.
“Let me guess, fighting over toilet paper?” I smile.
“No, paper towels,” Asher says.
“You’re both wrong. They were fighting over lube. Like they both had carts full of lube,” Maggie tells us.
