“You mind giving me a ride again?” She angrily shifted from foot to foot.
I eyed her sneer and her angry eyes and said, “Find your own way home, Red.”
“But…”
I got on my bike.
No way was I giving her a ride home when she couldn’t even be grateful or say thank you.
Not to mention, she’d purposefully eaten the last sandwich when she’d known she already had one.
I was hungry, tired, and wanted to ride a hell of a lot faster than she could probably handle.
She could find her own way home.
Six
I’m going to get the last word. I don’t care if I have to mail it to you.
—Constance to Odin
Constance
Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have been such a shit to the man that was my ride home.
I couldn’t stop the smile that turned up my lips, though.
Mostly because I found it funny that I’d gotten to him.
I opened my rideshare app and found a person willing to drive me two hours and then closed it down and waited.
I was sitting on the planter outside the courthouse when I heard the lawyer for the data center come out complaining.
“This is ridiculous,” the man said. “You didn’t share pertinent details about this, sir. This is a big deal.”
I listened quietly as the man spoke to someone on the phone.
“The environmental scientist will be here tomorrow. Let’s hope I can discredit him and his findings. Today was a shit show.”
I watched the lawyer walk to a fancy Mercedes and drive off.
As he did, a bike across the road caught my eye.
My heart stuttered inside my chest as I saw the man on the bike start it up and drive off.
Covered from head to toe in leather, there was nothing about the man that was identifiable.
But also, the man had no Dixie Wardens cut on his shoulders, either.
So there was at least that.
Errol wouldn’t have been caught dead without that cut on his back.
At that last thought, I instantly relaxed.
No, that definitely wasn’t Errol.
His loyalty to that club was above all others.
