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I would fall on my knees and beg her to marry me the first chance I got.
“Hell yeah!”
Grim laughed at my enthusiasm, pulled back the throttle, and rumbled out of the parking lot.
I joined him, feeling the wind blow through my hair, and experienced freedom for the first time in two years. My lungs expanded, and I drew in the fresh air, breathing without that constriction I’d felt since I left Nevada.
There were plenty of words unsaid and a mountain of shit to tackle, but it didn’t matter as we rode toward Tonopah. I let the world fall away and found peace on the back of a Harley I didn’t know could exist.
The hours ticked by until we finally arrived at our destination. A guy I never met about my age opened the gate as we approached. I didn’t see Bear or Will and wondered if they were still prospects. A dark-haired guy with a limp closed the gate after us. I would later meet Toad and Shadow, but introductions waited for club business.
And I was club business tonight.
Grim gestured for me to follow him after we parked our bikes, entering The Crossroads together. When the president walked through the doors, everyone noticed. Cheers exploded around the room. Some lifted bottles of beer or shots and drank a toast to his health.
Grim slung an arm around my shoulders. “We’ve got a new prospect, brothers. Meet Spook!”
I couldn’t help laughing at the shouts that followed or the numerous guys in leather who approached, slapping me on the back or shoulder, welcoming me into their fold.
Drinks kept lifting, getting refilled, and tossed down as the bikers who adopted me celebrated my return. Or maybe they just wanted another reason to drink. I didn’t mind.
My gaze swept the room, and I found Micah by a pool table where he stood with Wraith. His grin widened, and we both moved at the same time, embracing like brothers.
“Fuck, Spook. It’s been a long time, man.”
“Too long,” I agreed.
“Glad you’re back.”
“That makes two of us. Hey, you’re Jigsaw now,” I realized, noticing the patch on his leather vest. “No longer a prospect.”
“Yeah.” His expression faltered. “Long story.” He hollered for a beer and snatched it from the bar as a girl with big tits slid it his way. “Let’s drink to your health.”
“And yours,” I added. “Hell, to your generosity. Thanks for the ride. She’s gorgeous.”
Micah, err Jigsaw, smiled. “We spent the last two years getting it ready for you. Me, Uncle Macon, and Dad.” His voice faltered, and he cleared his throat. “You sacrificed for this club, and it didn’t go unnoticed.”
“Where is she, Micah?” He knew I would ask.
“Home. We didn’t tell her you were coming home tonight. Wanted it to be your choice.”
Fuck. “Is she home?”
Jigsaw nodded. “Yeah. Uncle Macon told her to stay put. Didn’t want to chase her all over the state when she got bored.”
That sounded like Heather.
“I’m going now.” I finished off the beer and set the empty bottle down, spinning on my heel and heading toward the exit.
Grim blocked me, standing in my way. “I’ll give you the night, but be ready to work in the morning. Nine a.m.”
“Of course, pres.”
He snorted. “One more thing.”
“Yeah?”
“We don’t know where Greg Sanders went. He’s in hiding. Got shit to discuss, but it can wait. One more night won’t make a difference.”
