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Chapter Nine
Bear rode the roadsback from Dodge City. War and some of the guys had visited their Texas Chapter while he’d stayed back. He was back to riding but he hadn’t been up to a long ride, plus War had wanted him to complete a task.
His brother was head over heels in love with Remington. They’d gone from enemies to War couldn’t stop talking about her and he could honestly see such a change in his friend. War was going to have everything Bear had ever dreamed of but was too chicken to work toward.
The drive had given him plenty of time to think about Winnie. She was stubborn. He’d found gifts and notes left on his bike this week. He carried each note in his billfold and read them multiple times a day. His favorite was the first, which she’d dropped off with lighthouse sugar cookies.
We all need light in our lives. Until you’re ready to shine on your own, I’ll be your beacon, calling you home.
The second and third were equally special to him and had been dropped off with the motorcycle fender lights he’d been contemplating at the shop.
Love doesn’t make us weak—it binds the two together, strengthening them.
My love started as a glimmer but it’s grown to a spotlight, showing me the way to happiness. Buckle up, Bear—the road might be rough to our happily ever after.
Winchester was determined and he wanted it all with her. He just wasn’t sure he was ready to open her up to what his incubator might bring into their life. As he’d left the bar in Dodge City, he’d been positive he’d seen her in a car. He’d followed but lost her at a red light. His glimpse was a reminder he wasn’t ever going to live life without worrying about what his incubator might do.
Tonight was a fight night at the gym and he wanted to be back in time. He was taking the turn toward the gym road when a call came through. He didn’t recognize the number but answered.
“Hello?”
“Code Ross at gym. Medical and fire notified. Repeat Code Ross. This message is a recording.”
Code Ross was the bail bonds company code for everything’s not okay. Help needed. Winnie and Remi would be at the gym getting everything ready. He’d been too preoccupied thinking about Winnie to notice the smoke hanging in the air. He pushed his motorcycle a little faster on the curve as sirens filled the air and straightened out as he took the road to the gym. He sped up on the straightaway and caught the ambulance pulling in to the scene.
He clocked War and Cannon using the thermal imaging camera they’d brought back from Texas. He didn’t pray often but now, he was praying, pleading for Winnie to be okay. The gym was decimated with the fire. Although a couple walls were still partially standing, the back corner by the office was caved in. Bear ran across the parking lot to see if the camera was showing anything.
“Where’s Winnie and Remi?”
War’s face was devastated as he said, “We can’t find anyone.”
“Did you check the hatch?”
“What hatch?”
He'd never been happier he was a pessimistic grump than right now. He had to believe that Winnie had used the precautions he’d put in place and gotten out. He ran across the field, hopping the barbed wire fence. He pulled his gun as he spotted something on the ground.
Bear reached down and pulled a cap off the man’s head. The man was holding his shoulder wound and was bleeding from the ankle. Not being part of the police force allowed Bear to do what he wanted, so he placed his boot on the ankle wound and stepped down.
