Page 203 of Devil’s Disciples

“I can’t wait to meet the woman who is okay with that,” I said with a laugh.

Surrounded by large trees, green grass, and acres upon acres of rolling hills, the home looked like a typical farmhouse out of the movies. A front porch – complete with two swings – ran the entire width of the front of the home.

When we were a hundred or so yards from the front of the home, woman stepped onto the porch with a gun in her arms.

“That’s her,” Cash said.

“Holy crap. She’s not going to shoot us, is she?”

“I hope not,” he said with a laugh.

Despite the condition of the crappy road, he sped up. Half the distance to the porch, the woman musty have recognized him. She leaned the gun against the door’s frame and rushed to down the steps.

By the time she reached the drive, we were coming to a stop.

Her skin was pale with a tinge of redness to it. She was tall and thin, like Cash. Her hair was long, white, and draped over her shoulder in a long braid. The dress she wore was white with faded blue flowers and had pockets in the front. Adorable was the only word I could use to describe her.

She outstretched her arms and flapped her hands up and down excitedly. “Get that thing off your head and let me have a look at you,” she said, in a thick Irish accent.

As Cash put down the kickstand, I took off my helmet.

“Oh, my word. He was right, you’re beautiful.” She continued to flap her hands. “Climb off that motorbike and come here.”

“Nice to see you, ma,” Cash said sarcastically. “And, how many times do I have to tell you, it’s a motorcycle, not a motorbike.”

“It’s a feckin’ motorbike,” she snapped. “Always will be.”

I stepped off the motorcycle, almost falling in the process. “Sorry, my legs fell asleep.”

She shot cash a glare. “You didn’t let her stretch her legs, did ya?”

“She didn’t want to.”

“If he didn’t already tell you, my name’s Erin.” she said.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Kimberly.”

She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a smothering hug. When she released me, she leaned away and looked me over. “I can tell you this, he doesn’t deserve you, Kimberly. He was the orneriest child that ever graced this countryside, and don’t let him tell you differently. I hope he’s in heaven two hours before the devil knows he’s dead. Did he tell you lies to get you a courtin’? He must have, because you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. He’s not deservin’.”

“Lies.” I laughed. “I hope not.”

She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and turned toward the porch. “Come in, I’ll tell you the truth about him. He might be riding home alone.”

I glanced over my shoulder. Cash stood at the rear of his motorcycle, wearing a smile like I’d never seen.

He cleared his throat. “I said, Nice to see you, ma.”

“I heard ya when you said it the first time.” She waved her hand in his direction without so much as turning around. “I saw you eight months ago. It sores my eyes to look at ya.”

She led me to the kitchen and poured me a cup of tea while Cash unpacked our things. Before Cash so much as stepped through the doorway, she’d taken me on a tour of the home.

She pointed into the downstairs bedroom. Posters of motorcycles were pinned to the walls, and the few places that were free of posters were covered with stuffed fish.

“Was this his room?”

“The only room on this floor. Did he tell you why he moved into it?”

“I guess not.”