“I have a few things in my saddlebags.It’s a one-day trip, I didn’t need much.”He turned and pulled a small zipper bag from one of his saddlebags before making sure they were secure and following her to the pickup.Wrench stood in the back handing bags to brothers as they filed by.
Once they collected her bag, Bishop slung the strap of her backpack over his shoulder, not caring that the thing had a pink rhinestone skull and bones on it.Hell, he wouldn’t care if the damned thing were pink and purple butterflies and flowers, he would carry her bag as long as he could, just so she wouldn’t have to.
Chapter Nineteen
“You into gambling?”Bishop asked as he let them into their room.
“Not really.I mean I’ll play poker or blackjack with the guys sometimes but I’m not into slot machines or even cards with strangers.But don’t let that hold you back if you want to play.I’ll find something to do.”She set her bag on the luggage rack in the corner, opened it, and pulled out her toiletries bag.Turning to put it away, she found Bishop watching her, a frown creasing his brow.“What?”she asked as she stepped past him to the bathroom.
“Do you really think I’m going to sit at a poker table and leave you to roam Laughlin alone when you’ve got someone stalking you?We might be a few hours out of town but that doesn’t mean he can’t find you here.Especially if Hammer didn’t manage to fix it so he can’t track you.”He motioned to the watch she’d put on when Hammer had given it back to her this morning, along with her phone.The club tech sergeant had told her he’d found where she was being tracked and he’d fixed it.Said he had something planned and not to worry.The Sons would take care of the asshole and she wouldn’t have to look over her shoulder any longer.She only hoped he was right.
Winter shrugged.“Hammer said it was taken care of.It’s not like we’re just across town from him.It took us hours to get here.”
“It did.And he can get here just as quickly.”He sat on the edge of the bed, caught her hand, and tugged her closer.“What if he’s still tracking you, saw you heading out of town and he’s only an hour behind us?How will he react?Will he get violent?I can’t risk any of it.We’ll find something to do together.We can find somewhere to eat, maybe take in a show, or rent Jet Skis and play on the river.Let’s find something to eat and look at what’s going on in town tonight, then we’ll decide.”She nodded and went back to pull a couple of things from her bag and hung them up.She glanced over at him, then around the room, wondering what he’d done with his bag.She found it sitting on top of the table where the TV sat.She shook her head, wondering how anyone could pack for an overnight trip in what was basically a shaving kit.
She finished putting things away, then checked her hair to make sure it wasn’t sticking up in directions it shouldn’t be after wearing her helmet, then they headed downstairs to find something to eat.
“See anything that looks good?”Bishop nodded toward the device in her hand from where he sat beside her in the booth.She’d been looking at what was going on tonight in town while she waited for their food.
“There’s a concert.It’s country.”She wrinkled her nose.She wasn’t much for country music.Give her some decent rock, contemporary or classic, she didn’t care which, and she would be a happy camper, but the twang and whine of country didn’t do much for her.They might not have known each other long, but they’d talked music and pop culture a bit while getting to know each other.
“Who is it?”
“Give me a sec, I don’t remember and it wasn’t a name I recognized.”She flipped screens back to where she’d found the ad for the concert.“Someone named Brantley Gilbert?What kind of name is Brantley?”
“I don’t know, Spitfire, but what kind of name is Winter or Bishop?”He watched her for a second.“I know country’s not your thing.But I think you’d like him.How about we show up and check it out?If you don’t like it, we can leave.I’ll take you back to the room and show you how much I want you.”
“How about we just skip the concert and you show me anyway?”She wiggled her brows in a suggestive gesture.
Bishop chuckled.
“As much as I’d love to, babe, we don’t get up this way all that often.You should enjoy the town at least a little.It’s a little late in the year to play in the water and you’re not much of a gambler, so that leaves the shows.Come on, give it a chance.”He leaned close so he could speak in her ear.“If you’re good, I might give you what you want during the concert.”
The waitress appeared with their food.Winter waited until she was gone to speak again.
“What time is the show again?I think I need to change before we go, if there’s time.”
