“Nice and easy, without pulling,” Storm recites, smirking. “We’ll take good care of her.”
“Fine, fine. I know that, but I wantherto know my instructions,” Burner grumbles.
“I told her she’ll want loose clothing for a few days,” Lore adds. He helps me put on my sweatshirt while I hold the shirt against myself, and then I push my arms through the holes once it’s over me.
“Now food,” Burner orders. “I’m starving, which means you have to be too.”
Nodding, I sit down and take the plate from Wilder, making sure not to lay back. Seeing my leather jacket with my old lady patch, I find I can’t stop smiling for the rest of the night. Newadventures, new things checked off a bucket list I didn’t know existed.
I fucking love my life.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Two months later
Marie
Lore and I are shopping downtown for Wilder’s birthday. He has no idea, but I really want to do something special for him. My long sleeved dress is warm with my fleece lined leggings, and I feel really pretty today.
My long waterproof duster coat is protecting me from the snow, and my boots are comfortable on my feet. Still, Lore has my arm wrapped through his in case I slip.
“Nothing feels right,” I grumble as we walk. “Why is Wilder so difficult to shop for?”
“He’d be perfectly happy with a birthday blow job and a date,” Lore chuckles. “We’re also going on vacation soon.”
“Yes, before I’m too big to move.”
Ransom’s clinical hours are going to pick up more very soon, so we actually decided to take this vacation before that happens.
“Let the record show that you’re beautiful, and I did not say that, Princess,” he chuckles. “Shit. Marie?—”
“I see it,” I whisper. A van is slowing and is moving closely next to us. The stretch of road we’re on is suspiciously quiet too. “What do we do?”
“Ru—”
“It’s just me,” Cerenity says, pushing open the door. “Kidnapping isn’t usually my style, but you’re fucking impossible to get a hold of. Lore…what the fuck? I really am missing a lot. I thought you were dead.”
“She never has her phone. I’m also very much alive. Ghosts don’t typically have conversations on Tuesday afternoons,” Lore sighs.
“Why would I when… Nevermind,” I wince.
What I was going to say is that I’m with everyone who would typically call me, which is why I never have the phone.
This is a really awkward and strange conversation.
“Will you get in the car?” Cerenity asks gently.
“For the record, this is ridiculous,” Lore grumbles, helping me into the van. “There’d better fucking be seatbelts in this rust bucket.”
“You’re lecturing me about seatbelts?” Cerenity asks, closing the door behind us.
Thankfully, there are seats. Unfortunately, there are also black pillow cases and zip ties.
“I’m with Lore on this,” I sigh, sitting down and putting on my seatbelt.
“I tried to talk her out of this,” Augustine says, glancing over his shoulder in the driver seat.
“I thought Jasper and my brother were the bat shit crazy ones in your pack. I take it back,” I grumble, crossing my arms as I pout.
