“Sorry,” she apologized. “Once you drop me off, you can come back and catch a few hours of sleep. Pastor Dean will be at the church, and I’ll be staying there until after lunch.”
“I’m cool. I shouldn’t have pulled an all-nighter. Once the coffee kicks in, I’ll wake up.”
Carrying her own tumbler, she look at him questioningly. “I hope you didn’t fill yours from the left pot on top; it’s decaf.”
“Fuck. I’ll be right back.”
“You should mention to Puck to mark the decaf,” she called after him.
“Already planned to,” he groused, pushing the door open.
“You hurt his feelings, I won’t be happy. He worked hard to get breakfast ready.”
Ginny debated following Moon into the kitchen to double-check that Moon wasn’t being mean to the nice man. Obviously, Jesus had been nicknamed for being deeply religious and having a caring manner. Ginny didn’t want his feelings hurt because he made the coffee just for her.
When Moon came back in a worse temper than he left, Ginny blocked the door when he would have opened it.
“Were you mean to him?”
“No. I was extremely polite.”
“Good.”
“Can we go now?”
“Of course.” Ginny moved away from the door. “You should really start drinking tea. It’ll put you in a better frame of mind,” she advised.
“So would eight hours of sleep,” he said, going down the steps beside her.
“Yes, it would. Early to bed, early to rise will make Moon nicer in the morning,” she chirped, taking the last step.
“Which car are we taking?” Ginny asked when Moon looked at her.
“I was about to ask you the same question.”
“I don’t have a car, and Gavin has been using Viper’s.”
“I’ll be right back. Gavin has the key to the car the club uses.”
Ginny stopped him. “Don’t wake him; he’s tired.”
“We can take my bike.”
“I’ve never ridden on a bike. Can I do it wearing a dress?”
“Yes, just tuck it around you,” Moon explained as he got on his bike.
Placing her arms around his waist, Ginny experimentally bounced on the seat. “This is cool. I’m excited.”
“Yeah, me, too. Yippee.”
Ginny heard the sarcasm in his voice and didn’t care. Holding on tighter when Moon started the motorcycle, Ginny felt the thrill of excitement from doing something new. However, the elation was gone before they made it to the first curve. Moon drove like he was giving a ride to a ninety-year-old, who would fall off if he went too fast.
Parking in the church lot, Ginny climbed off.
“How was your first ride?”
Ginny shrugged, taking her coffee tumbler from Moon. “I’m sure the next time I ride on one will be better. It was kinda boring. I don’t get why Sex Piston and Crazy Bitch like riding on them. Maybe the Predators do it differently. I’ll have to ask. Anyway, thanks for the ride.”
Heedless of the glowering stare following her as she walked to the door of the church, she went inside. Ginny hoped Moon would be in a much better mood when she came out. He was a sour puss first thing in the morning. No wonder he didn’t have a girlfriend.
Making her way into the kitchen, she found Willa hard at work.
“Good morning,” she said softly so as not to startle her friend.
Seeing her, Willa turned the mixer off. “Good morning.” Willa caught her in a big hug that made Ginny feel safe and protected.
“I missed you,” Ginny said when they broke apart.
“I’m so glad you’re home.”
“Me, too.” Her face went serious. “Trudy told me you gave money to Viper to help them get on Clindale. However much did you give, I’m going to make sure to pay you back. Trudy didn’t know how much—”
“You don’t owe me any money.”
“I’m going to pay you back.” She refused to take no for answer.
“You don’t understand. You don’t owe me any money. Reaper paid me back what I’d given to Viper, and Lucky told me Reaper paid Viper back the money he spent.”
“How much did you give Viper?”
“The money didn’t matter to me. It still doesn’t. I just wanted you back safely.”
Ginny gave Willa an imposing stare. “How much?”
The amount Willa confessed had Ginny going to the stool behind the counter to sit down.
“I would never be able to pay that back in three lifetimes.”
“Do you know how much Gavin repaid Viper? Two hundred thousand more than I gave.”
“I’m going to be sick.” Ginny placed her head on her knees.
Ginny heard Willa rush around the kitchen. “Here drink this.” Willa placed a glass of orange juice in her hand.
Sipping the cold juice slowly, she felt her stomach settle. “I’ll never be able to pay him back.” She hated owing people money.
“I don’t think he wants the money back. He did it for you.”
Drinking the rest of the juice, she then took the glass to the sink. “I have an appointment with Pastor Dean this morning. Is he in his office?” she asked thickly.