They looked into each other’s eyes a long moment. He supposed
they both were thinking about the ‘what ifs’. Which was a total waste of time. It was in the past. Done deal. Best she realized that. He pressed her head back to his chest. “Get some sleep, Jess. Tomorrow I’ll get us out of here.”
***
The next morning she awoke to find him going over his bike, studying every part.
“What are you doing?” she asked sleepily.
“Trying to rob Peter to pay Paul.”
She frowned. “Huh?”
“Trying to find a place on the bike I can steal a bolt from to use on the shifter.”
“Oh. Any luck?”
“Nope.”
“I’ve got to pee.” She stood up and moved toward the door. He barely spared her a glance.
“Don’t go far.”
She slipped out and glanced around. The sun was up and burning brightly in the sky, burning off the chill of the night before and drying out the ground. She moved off to some bushes a short distance away. When she returned, her eyes to the ground, she saw something in the dirt near the entrance to the shed. Squatting down, she realized it was two black cable ties half covered in mud. She dug them out and looked at them. Then she bit her lip, stood and moved into the shed.
“Ghost?”
“Yeah, babe?” he asked, still tinkering with his bike.
“Think these will work?” She held up the two black pieces of plastic.
He looked up, his eyes zeroing in on them and narrowing.
“Zip Ties? Let me see.” He motioned with his hand for her to bring them to him.
She handed them over and watched as he looked from them to the shifter.
“Goddamn, girl. I think they might just do the trick.” He quickly threaded them both through the hole where the bolt would go, connecting the two parts together. Then he looped the ties through and pulled them tight.
She watched as he yanked the shifter up and down.
“Fuck yeah.” He grinned back at her. “I think we’re out of here.”
She grinned back.
“Let’s go before your friends roll out of bed and come lookin’ for you again.”
With that her smile faded, and she nodded.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ghost roared back into the Evil Dead’s Sturgis campsite with Jessie on the back of his bike, her arms wrapped tight around him. They used it during the Sturgis annual rally for their national meet. It was a mandatory meet, and chapters from all across the country made the trip so the place was crowded with bikes and brothers.
It was now Monday, and Ghost knew the club should have pulled out by now. Hell, he hoped they weren’t all still there just because of him.
Fuck.
He brought the bike to a stop and dismounted, eyeing his chapter President, VP and some of his brothers standing in a group. He looked back at Jessie as he was already heading toward them, ordering, “Stay there.”