Page 84 of Rest In Pieces
“Hey.” I turn at the sound of Amity’s voice.
She’s been cool about this whole thing, but I can tell she’s not thrilled with me hanging around Monica. She doesn’t give meshit about it, but I still feel like a dickhead when all I want to do is be with her. How can I convince her to stay when I spend most of my time with another woman?
“Hey, gorgeous. You done for the day?”
“Yep. In fact, I have the next two days off.”
“Let me talk to Blade and see if he can pull someone else in. It would look weird if I was here and you weren’t.”
“I won’t say no to that.”
“Genesis!” Monica calls, making me curse.
Catching the look on Amity’s face, I frown. “What’s wrong?”
She blows out a shaky breath. “She calls you Genesis?”
Her soft words land like a blow. Fuck.
“She refused to call me G, and I couldn’t handle her calling me Mr. Biker one more time.”
It’s a shitty excuse, and we both know it. She offers me a quick smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“I’m going to head back to the campground. Nevaeh’s out getting groceries, so I want to beat her back.”
“Okay. I’ll be over as soon as Monica’s done here for the day. Pack a bag; I want you to stay at the clubhouse with me tonight.”
She nods, and I lean down to kiss her forehead.
“Hopefully, I won’t be long.”
“I’m not going anywhere, G. Just text me when you’re on your way so I’m ready.”
“You got it.”
She walks away, and my eyes drop to her ass. She pauses, like she can feel my eyes on her, and I look up, but instead of finding a smile, she’s frowning.
“What’s wrong?”
She points at the door of the RV—the door that’s ajar. “I didn’t leave it open.”
“Stay here while I check it out.”
She doesn’t argue as I discreetly pull my gun and move toward the side of the RV. The windows are too high to see in, so I press my ear against the metal paneling, but I don’t hear anything.
I shake my head at Amity and head inside. I pull the door wide and hold the gun out, ready in case some motherfucker jumps out at me. I sweep the RV from one end to the other, checking the bathroom and even the closets, but it’s empty.
“It’s clear, Amity,” I call out, and she pushes through the door just as I’m putting my gun away.
“Anything look out of place or missing to you?”
“Not that I can tell. Let me just have a look around.”
She follows the same route I did. I keep my eyes on her and the door, just in case someone decides to fuck with us.
“No, everything looks the same. I don’t think anything’s been taken, but Nevaeh will have to double-check and get back to you.”
I wince, hoping like fuck that laptop she rarely leaves home without is with her; otherwise, we’re going to have one very pissed-off Tinkerbell on our hands.