“How about I open the door enough to shout that I’m outside or I want to come out or something?”
“It’ll work.” Pipe held his hand out, and she stared at it.
“Did you touch her with it?”
“Of course, and I washed it.”
She took his hand and shook it. “Deal.”
“Deal.”
“Okay, now that this embarrassment is over, let’s go and meet Knife.”
“He’s not here?”
“No, he’s joining us at the bar. Don’t worry. He’ll be there.”
“I’m not worried. If he’s busy I can understand if he wants to, you know, cancel.”
“He’s not canceling,” Pipe said. “He’s just getting ready.”
She was urged out of the cabin toward Pipe’s car. “Do you miss your bike?”
“I get a chance to ride it.”
“Not much has changed, really. Besides, Saint and Pipe are friends now,” Elena said.
“I wouldn’t call us friends.”
“What would you call yourselves then?”
“I’d say we put up with each other for you, baby,” Pipe said, climbing behind the wheel.
“They’re civil like that. Anyway, how was it this afternoon getting your stuff?”
Knife had brought her back with Ralf following behind. Everything had been so awkward between her and Ralf. He’d kidnapped her, brought her back to Sinners’ Corner, and she’d been riding on the back of another biker’s bike. Everything seemed crazy.
“It was just horrible.”
“I heard you got on Knife’s bike. I thought you hated that.”
“I thought so, but I got on, and I loved it.”
Elena sat in the front, turning slightly to look behind her. In the backseat, Sarah sat behind Pipe.
“It was rather exhilarating actually. Ralf saw, and yeah, he didn’t look all that happy.”
“He’ll get over it. I think he expected you to be pining after him, and because you’re not, it bothers him.”
Sarah glanced over at Pipe, nibbling her lip, unsure what to say.
“Pipe won’t say a thing to either man, will you, honey?”
“Lips are sealed, however, I’m rooting for Knife.”
Elena slapped her man.
“What?” Pipe asked.