“Bye.” Addison clicked the end button as a tear escaped, rolling down her cheek.
That was harder than she thought. And in the end, it might be her last conversation with Cleo. Considering how protective Wraith and the club were over her, Addison had her doubts they’d allow her to visit.
There was one more call she had to make. She scrolled through her contacts, tapping on his name and brought the phone to her ear. He picked up after the second ring.
“Yeah?”
“Hey Danny, It’s Addison.”
“Well, this is perfect timing. Got word from my guy. Should be rolling into town tomorrow by three.”
She’d be long gone.
“Great, um, but there’s been a slight change in plans.”
His heavy sigh was followed by silence.
“Still there?” She asked.
“Pulled some strings to make this happen, Addy. Please don’t tell me you changed your mind.”
After her conversation with Cross, Addison had reached out to Danny and made arrangements for Knox’s bike to be shipped to her. Technically, the rebuild wasn’t finished which left Knox’s list incomplete.But I think Knox would’ve wanted it this way.
“Oh no, I still want it delivered, but I need to change the address. It’s in Killcreek, which is right off the highway, so it’ll actually be quicker.”
“That I can do.”
Addison gave him the address to the clubhouse. She wasn’t sure how deliveries worked for the club, but she’d worry about that later.
“Got it. Anything else?”
She nibbled on the corner of her nail.
“Yeah, just one. Can I add a name to the delivery.”
“Who’s it for?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat.
“Cross.”
It may not have been Knox’s bike, but had he lived, it would’ve been. This would give Cross something of his, a little piece to remember him.
****
Cross stretched his arms over his head with his towel wrapped around his waist. He’d taken an extra-long shower. His back was still aching from the long ride. They’d initially planned on doing it in three days but cut it down to two. It was his call, which came with some taunting from Gent with Addison being the reason why he wanted to get back sooner. It was true, but he admitted nothing. The last thing Cross wanted was to give his psychotic brother any ammunition against him. Or Addison.
He got dressed and walked down the hallway. A few brothers were gathered at the table. They had no club business or meetings for the next few days, and he planned on spending his time with Addison. Of course he’d have to share with Cleo. He walked over to the shelf and grabbed his keys when Joker walked in.
“Got a delivery.”
“From who?” Cross asked.
“Delivery guy didn’t say.” Joker seemed off. A combination of confused and concerned.
“Bring it up.” Wraith snapped.
“Well” —Joker grasped the back of his neck, glancing at the door— “That’s the thing. It’s on a trailer. You want me to let the guy haul it up?”
