“What kind of name is Spider?”Lane called after her.
“A biker one.”
“Dad’s taking you to see a biker?”
She didn’t bother answering as she hurried inside.It had been more than a week since she’d gone with Daddy to see him.But nowhere near as long since he’d crossed her mind.All week she’d found herself thinking about him, wondering how he was doing, how he was handling what would be a huge change in his life.Even last night, as she’d worried about Wildfire, Jordon had found herself thinking of him in the quiet moments.
She hurried through a shower, then pulled on clean jeans and top, but left her hair down.It needed to dry, plus, if she braided it, she wouldn’t be able to sleep on the way into town, or at least not well.
Jordon made it back downstairs with five minutes to spare.Daddy handed her a burrito wrapped in a paper towel and tilted his head toward the truck.Knowing what that meant, she headed out and got inside.Once seated and belted in, she started eating.
“You sure you want to do this?”Daddy asked as he slid behind the wheel.“You’ve been up all night.You could be sleeping.”
“I’ll sleep in the truck.I want to see how he’s doing,” Jordon said in between bites of what might be the best burrito she’d ever had.Or maybe that was how hungry she was.
Daddy watched her for a moment then shook his head and started the truck.
Jordon finished her breakfast, used the paper towel to clean her hands and face, then slouched into the seat, propped her head in the corner next to the window and closed her eyes, in what seemed like seconds, she was out.
She woke as the truck eased to a stop.Opening her eyes, she found they were at a stop light.
“How close are we?”she asked, sitting up right.
“Almost there.We’re going to meet them at rehab.He should be there already,” Daddy said with a glance at the clock on the dash.
Jordon stretched, at least as much as she could while keeping her seat belt on, and tried to wake up.She wished she was in her bed and still sleeping but something deep inside told her she needed to come, especially today.She couldn’t say why, only that she had this feeling.Mercifully, she knew Daddy wouldn’t ask, and if he did, he’d take that she just felt like she had to come as enough.But there was something about the biker that she just couldn’t keep him off her mind, at least not for long.
Chapter Nine
Spider clenched histeeth and bit back the curse that was on the tip of his tongue.He was tired from not sleeping well last night, and after being moved and jostled for the last hour, he was hurting.It made him cranky and want to snarl at someone, but at the same time, he knew it wasn’t the nurse’s fault.He wouldn’t take his foul mood out on a woman who had no clue why he was being such an ass.
In the time since he’d woken, he’d seen several of his brothers and a couple more of the prospects, and while they still came and went, it was down to just Fletch and Dax and they weren’t around all the time.Not that he couldn’t say he was thankful for that.He was glad to have time to himself, whether it was to think, to sleep without feeling like he was being watched, or just time to think about shit.
And he had a lot of shit to think about.A lot of time to feel sorry for himself, and a lot of time to get angry.Spider had seen enough violence to know this wasn’t aimed at him.It wasn’t that someone had targeted him.He’d simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time.And he thought that made it worse.A stupid, senseless accident that could have been prevented if some moron had been paying fucking attention to what they were doing.
He wanted to find the useless fucker and teach him a lesson.But from what Fletch had told him, it was too late.The driver who had caused the whole accident had been the only fatality, though, from what he’d been told, Spider had nearly been the second.He’d learned there had been ten other people injured but his was by far the worst of it.Most of the others were bruised and sore.Several had cracked ribs, a couple of broken arms and one broken clavicle.He didn’t envy that one healing.Not that he was having an easy run of it, but he’d known a couple people who’d broken their collar bones.Every movement hurt, whether it was using their hands or even breathing.
