“Works like a charm. I’ll keep an eye out, though, too.”
“Oh, wait, I need to pay you.”
“When you get back.”
“That’s… not how it works.”
Jack looked side to side down the hall. “Not like rooms here are in high-demand. You said you don’t know how long you’ll be gone. So just pay up when you get back.”
“I appreciate that.”
“And I was given a cover to put over your car while you’re gone.”
Raff had a knack for coming up with the simplest solutions that I never could have. I’d been imagining I might need to find a place to rent a spot or drive it into a temporary storage unit or something. Then he’d come back with the car cover idea. Simple. Genius.
“Thanks, Jack. I appreciate it.”
“Think this is the part where I’m supposed to take your luggage for you.” He reached for two of them and started away.
When we made our way out the back, Raff was already waiting for us a few feet from the door with the trunk popped and the engine running.
“No comments about how much I’m bringing?” I asked. I was used to that. I’d always been an over-packer.
“If this is what you need to keep you looking like you look, I got nothing to complain about,” he told me as he started finagling my luggage around his modest duffle and toiletry bags.
I said my goodbyes to Jack as Raff slammed the trunk.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he followed me to my door.
“Closing your door for you.” A look must have crossed my face because his smile went a little wicked. “What? Just ‘cause I’m a biker, I can’t be a gentleman?”
I lowered down, and Raff waited for me to pull in my legs before carefully closing the door and rushing around the hood.
The interior wasn’t what I was expecting.
It was impeccably neat. There wasn’t even a speck of dust or stray hair anywhere. Hell, the dashboard even looked shiny, like it’d recently gotten some kind of treatment. It smelled good too. Like fresh laundry. But I couldn’t see any kind of air freshener anywhere.
And my seat? My seat was super squishy.
“Did you get me a gel seat cushion?” I asked as he climbed in.
“I did. That ass can’t be sitting on a deflated seat cushion.”
A surprised laugh escaped me at that.
“Well, I’m sure my ass will be thanking you six hours into this drive.”
“I mean, if it’s not fully satisfied and needs a little massage later, I will lend my hands to the task.”
He leaned between the two seats, reaching for something, then coming back with a giant iced coffee.
“You went out of town to get me a coffee before coming to pick me up?”
“I did. And this.”
He reached back again to produce a small bag from the same coffee shop.
“Cake pops?” I asked, my smile spreading.
