Page 152 of Moon's Promise
“What time does the farmers’ market open?”
“Ten.”
He gave her a cunning smile. “I would be there early if I were you. Everyone will be going for the blackberry, but don’t snooze on the apple. That’s my favorite. She makes it from crabapples.”
She gave him a conspiratorial nod. “I got you. How does breakfast for dinner sound?”
Moon glanced at his watch again. “Sounds like you need to get your hiney out of bed and get a move on, or you will be buying store-bought jelly for our toast.”
Moon drove down the main street on the way to the club, passing the church, where he saw several of the brothers’ wives setting stalls up for the farmers’ market. Ginny, Lily, Beth, and Rachel were already there, and Winter was getting out of her car.
He gave Lucky a casual wave as he drove past, then came to a stop at the red light. As he waited for the light to change, he glanced toward the lone motel, narrowing his eyes at seeing at least ten motorcycles parked at the back from his viewpoint. The actual building could be blocking his sight of more. So, when the light turned green, he took a right down the side street to get a better look.
As he drove down the side street, Moon saw he had been right. The back parking lot was filled with motorcycles.
He did a U-turn at the end of the street and traveled back up the street, taking a quick picture with his cell phone as he passed, which he then sent to Shade and Viper.
Returning to the main street, Moon took a right to head back toward the church instead of going to the club. Lucky was the only brother watching over the women, as far as he could see. If Shade wanted to rip him a new one for being late, so be it. He wanted to hear an all-clear from Viper or Shade before leaving Lucky alone to oversee the women’s protection.
His gut instinct was having a field day. The motorcycles looked like they belonged in a junkyard rather than being on the road. Usually, motorcycle clubs took care of their bikes. Those who didn’t were clubs who mainly spent time on the road, traveling from one state to another, dodging the law after creating chaos for the town they had descended upon.
He was parking his bike when his cell phone rang.
“Yo.”
“Are you watching the motel?” Shade asked in a cold voice, giving no hint if he was worried about the picture he had sent or if he was late for work.
“No. I’m at the church. I didn’t want Lucky here alone without backup.”
“Nickel and Rider should be there,” Shade told him sharply.
“If they are, I don’t see them. Their bikes aren’t here, either.”
“Stay there. We’re on our way.”
Shade didn’t bother saying goodbye, just disconnected the call. He wasn’t surprised when his phone buzzed with a text message, sent out to all The Last Riders to show up at the clubhouse.
Pocketing his cell phone after texting Larissa to stay away from the church sale, he strode over to where the women were arranging their stalls.
“Hi, Moon,” Willa greeted him as she placed quilts on a table. “We aren’t open yet, but feel free to look around.”
“Thanks.”
Walking to the table where Ginny was setting up, he eyed the jars of jelly she was setting out.
“We don’t open for another hour,” she began.
Taking out his wallet, he looked at what had already been set on the table and saw two other boxes she had yet to unpack. “How much are you expecting to make today?”
Ginny smiled at him. “I’m hoping to raise two hundred for the church. I wanted it to be five hundred—Lily usually makes the most, but I’m hoping to win the prize this year—but Gavin and Silas took half of my inventory. They promised to give me the money I lost before I have to turn the money over to the pastor to be counted.”
“What’s the prize?” Trying to mask his interest, he looked toward the stall where Beth was setting up to sell cookies.
“Whoever wins gets their choice of which Sunday school class they want to teach. I want the nursery, and so do most the women.”
“I could help you with that, and you won’t even have to unpack those boxes next to you.”
Ginny stared at him suspiciously. “How?”