Page 63 of Property of Bob

Shay bit her lip.

Anchor rubbed a hand over his face. “You’re connected to Bob.”

“Much better wording,” Pearl said.

Anchor ignored her. “He doesn’t want everybody else filling you in before he gets a chance to.”

I stared at him for a second, then nodded. “Okay.” That was fair. Actually, I kind of liked that.

If there was something happening with the club that involved Ash nearly getting killed and McKayla’s sister ending up in the hospital, I’d rather hear it from Ashland anyway.

Even if he would probably give me the shortest, grumpiest version possible.

We reached the parking lot, and my RV came into view.

Still crooked. Still dead. Still mine.

I smiled despite myself. “There she is.”

Piney headed straight for the hood.

I followed. “Do you actually know what you’re doing?”

He stopped with his hand on the latch. He looked offended. “I made the breakfast burrito you’re eating.”

“That does not qualify you as a mechanic. I’d trust you to cook me an egg, not fix my RV.”

“It shows range,” he insisted.

Post laughed.

Piney popped the hood. I moved beside him immediately.

Anchor looked at me. “You gonna let them work?”

“It is my RV,” I pointed out, obviously. “I need to know what he is doing to her. I want to know what’s wrong.”

“You know anything about engines?” Pull asked.

“Enough to know when mine sounds like it’s dying.”

Prime leaned over the engine bay. “Great. Since you heard it die, I think your job here is done. Let us handle it from here.”

I rolled my eyes. “I also know where everything is supposed to be.”

Piney looked at me like I was crazy.

Shay grabbed my arm. “Come show us inside while they argue over the engine.”

I narrowed my eyes at Piney. “Be nice to her.” Then I looked at Shay. “Fine. Five-minute tour.”

Pearl followed us to the door. I unlocked it and climbed inside. Shay stepped in behind me. Pearl came last.

They both stopped, and I suddenly felt weirdly nervous.

Not because the RV was messy.

My little kitchen sat immediately to the right. The small table was across from it. The couch ran along one wall. Farther back was my bed, with cabinets tucked everywhere they could fit.