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There had been enough work around town to keep Mountain occupied. With word Baldy would be coming home soon, there was a chance he could be patched in and he didn’t want to screw anything up, even though he couldn’t Amber off his mind.
It had been a few days since their picnic and he wanted to go over to her house and see her, but at the same time, he worried. Worried the Blood Sports would be watching for bike’s they didn’t know. Since his was custom to fit his frame, the Harley stood out in most situations. Parked by a little house with a mini-van out front was practically waving a flag.
When he’d been with the Roadkillers, they didn’t so much patrol the streets of Berrington like the Steels do in Turnabout Creek, but they did move about the town regularly. Between respecting his Nightingale’s need to move slow? and worry over the dangers in his life that he knew existed, but rarely thought of? he wondered if he was being selfish. While they’ve had overt threats made against the kids in the past, he never saw the danger. Then again, it had been close to two weeks and their VP was still wearing a hospital gown with his ass out for the world to see.
‘Engage, engage, engage,’ Mountain’s phone went off with the custom ringtone for his sister Linnea. If nothing else, he had to take Captain Picard’s order and answer hers. His brother’s ringtone was‘Danger Will Robinson, Danger.’It seemed more fitting.
“Linnea,” he said as he answered the phone.
“No, I’m Linnea,” her giggly voice bubbled its way over the phone. Cutting the distance between them in an instant. “Unless you’re stealing my clothes and dressing in drag.”
He could still see the cute teenager in her room doing more doodling in her notebook than notetaking as she watched an assigned documentary. Now an adult, he knew she probably wasn’t in the same private school get up with her hair held back with a ribbon headband, but still that was his last memory of her in person. “Not sure they would fit any more?”
“They didn’t fit then, you brat,” she grumbled. “If memory serves, you and Valter still haven’t bought me new beachwear.”
“And we never will,” Mountain replied, the week at the Cape had been a nice end of summer get-a-way, but the end of season meant only one pieces were left in the local shops. Win-win for the two older, overly protective Jensen brothers.
“Two bikini’s gone in an instant,” she bemoaned. “And all because you guys were hormone driven adolescences that believed a boy couldn’t be interested in my mind.”
“You’re just mad because I made that shit look good.”
“At least, you didn’t destroy the wrap around your waist.”
“More like you’re glad I had the wrap around my waist or you would have learned way too much about boys then.”
Linnea’s laugh warmed his heart. His sister had developed early in his mind, but then again that whole year had been a fucked up one he wished he’d never lived. The summer just the tipping point that sent him tumbling down a dark hole, he had still to recover from. One he may never get out of and one that kept him from his family.
“Outside of needing me to send you a swimming costume from the Victorian age for Christmas, why are you calling?”
“Can’t I miss my brother?”
“Technically, there is no law against it that I know of, but I think you’d know better.”
“And you didn’t even go to law school,” she gushed. “I’ve been scanning West Law for months haven’t seen one. So, I think I’m safe from handcuffs.”
“That’s a load off my mind.”
“Are you?” she asked, the concern lacing her words. “Safe from handcuffs?”
“Even when random women offer,” he replied, though he the Steels were moving into a federal gray area and he knew that. The gun running was still at a minimum and the money made inconsequential to him, though vital to others. It had also brought the Blood Sports into their lives, sadly.
“Well, good, because you know mom and dad worry.” Linnea let out a soft exhale of air. “Valter too.”
“Just not you?” he joked hoping to move away from talk of his brother.
“No, I couldn’t care less about your kink game.”
“You know to me, you’re still five years old, so kink game coming from you is akin to nails on a chalkboard.”
“God you’re old,” she replied. “Only the stuffy buildings at Yale had those things and they would drop a screen over them most times.”
“Exactly young one.” Mountain did wish he could see his sister, but she was a package deal. If only he couldn’t toss away the bad parts. His brother would be attached and that meant he couldn’t go back.
“So, no chance for Thanksgiving, Christmas, or New Years at the estate?”
“None I can see, my schedule is full.”
