“Yes,” McKayla said.
“Cool.”He took a drink and looked at Anchor.“You letting her go somewhere?”
“Ride,” Anchor grunted.
Piney’s eyes lit.“Hell yeah.”
“No,” Anchor said immediately.
Piney frowned.“Why not?”
“Because the whole damn club isn’t taking a field trip.”
Piney looked wounded.“I like ice cream too.”
Anchor pointed toward the door.“You’re on clubhouse duty.”
“That feels unfair.”
“It is.”
McKayla laughed, and the sound slid under my skin before I could stop it.
Damn woman.
Twenty minutes later, we were outside with the bikes lined up in front of the clubhouse.
The day had turned out better than I expected.Sun high but not brutal, breeze coming off the lake, enough clouds moving across the sky to keep everything from feeling too hot.It was the kind of weather made for riding.
Anchor still looked like he was rethinking every decision that had led him to this point.
Pearl looked thrilled.
Shay looked like she’d been granted parole.
McKayla stood beside my bike with her hand on her hip and her face tilted slightly toward the sun.
She’d changed into jeans, boots, and a black T-shirt.Simple.Practical.Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and the bruise near her hairline had faded a little over the last few days, though I still noticed it every time.
I noticed everything about her now.
That was getting irritating.
Anchor swung onto his bike and pointed at all of us.“We’re going for a ride and coming straight back.”
Pearl climbed on behind him and patted his stomach.“Absolutely.”
“You’re lying.”
“Maybe.”
He shook his head and fired up the bike.
Prime started laughing as Shay got on behind him.
I handed McKayla her helmet.“You good?”
She pulled it on and nodded.“As long as nobody expects me to be graceful getting on.”
