Page 55 of Rest In Pieces
“Grab me a Monster.”
I nod and head inside, grabbing a Monster and a bottle of water from the cooler. A guy barely out of high school stands behind the counter. One look at my cut, and he looks ready to puke. I pay for our drinks and gas and thank him before leaving. Turning my back on the guy, knowing he probably has a shotgun under the counter, isn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done and makes my whole body tense, but thankfully, I make it out in one piece.
Trigger-happy people are the bane of my existence, but maybe I read the kid wrong. We get judged a lot, but I can’t say I don’t do it too.
“I paid for your gas. The kid looked scared shitless, and I didn’t want any trouble.”
“Thanks. I’ll get yours next time.”
I hand him his energy drink, then crack open my bottle of water and down it. Once done, I toss the bottle in the trash, straddle my bike, and put my helmet back on.
“Keep going or head back?”
I think about Amity. Now that I know about the RV, it’s made figuring out where she’s staying much easier.
“Head back, but not to the clubhouse. I want to check out the campgrounds.”
“Alright.” He doesn’t ask questions. He tosses his empty can, climbs back on his bike, and follows me as we head toward the campgrounds.
It’s late by the time we pull into the campground, our engines echoing in the quiet. Finding her RV doesn’t take much—it’s the only one here.
She must have heard the bikes. The door opens, and there she is, wearing a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, her sandy-colored hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. My eyes travel over her hungrily, pausing on a pair of pink bunny slippers.
I don’t even try to hide my grin. “Nice slippers.”
“They were a gift.”
“I like them.”
“I’ll get you a pair for Christmas.” She looks over my shoulder and smiles. “Hey.”
“Midas. Not sure if you know that.” Midas grunts.
“Midas, cool name. So, Midas and G, what can I do for you?”
I look at Midas, and he nods. “How about a drink? We’ve been riding for a while.”
She looks between us, then holds up her finger. “Give me a second.”
She disappears inside for a minute. I hear voices but can’t make out what’s being said.
“You okay with this, or you want me to bail?”
“Stick around for a drink. I want her to see we’re not all a bunch of dicks.”
Midas chuckles as Amity steps out and motions for us to come inside. I go in first, brushing past her, smiling at her sharp intake of breath. I spot her friend on the couch, wearing a hoodie with an avocado on the front and a pink blanket covering her legs.
“Tinkerbell.”
“It’s Nevaeh.” She rolls her eyes at me as I take a seat at the table.
Midas whistles as he walks in, admiring the place. “This is the shit. You a secret rock star, Amity?” he asks, making her laugh.
“Oh God, no. I’m totally tone-deaf.”
“She’s not kidding.” Tinkerbell laughs.
Midas heads over with a flirty smile and sits next to her. “I’m Midas.”