Nomads' Fall: Burning Bastards MC by Ryder Dane Page B

things got too quiet, it was time to move, or be caught in the crosshairs.
    He heard noise in the kitchen and knew she was going to be a problem. She’d reminded him of a starving Chihuahua, delicate, but ready to chew your hand off if you got too close. Where she came from might give him a clue to the kind of trouble she was in, but he knew she wouldn’t volunteer any information. He also knew that if she was thinking of using Gladys to feather her nest Georgie wouldn’t hesitate to remove what he considered a threat to his ladylove.
    Knight watched her step through the door leading out to the porch where he sat. “Good morning.” It was a few seconds before she answered him with the same greeting. She hadn’t moved and he wasn’t going to play the gentleman and stand up to invite her to sit with him. He waved to the chair next to him, and waited for her to decide if she would sit, or run back into the house. He felt a small amount of satisfaction when she sat in the designated chair. She was cradling a mug of coffee and she wouldn’t look his way.
    “It’s so peaceful out here I’d be hard pressed to leave this spot if it was my home.” She didn’t know what made her say that, but it was better than sitting in an uncomfortable silence. “Have you heard anything about Gladys? How’s she doing? She hired me to help with the summer vacationers, but I have no idea what needs to be done to prepare for them.”
    He considered her words. Yeah, Gladys probably needed help this summer. “I’ll tell you what, visiting hours are after nine, if you want I can take you to see her and she can clear up any questions you might have. I’m not sure Georgie will let you in, but I’ll pull him into Demon’s room for a bit so you can talk to her if he’s being his normal charming self.” He looked at her face and she nodded her head. “You need to believe that we take care of our own around here. If someone’s fucking with Gladys, they’re fucking with the Bastards, and we don’t forgive or forget.” She didn’t flinch at his words, her head did come up, and she kept her eyes on his face while he spoke.
    “You think I’m here to use her?” She nodded at her own question. “I guess I can’t blame you for that. Truth is my car ran out of gas up on the highway late yesterday afternoon. I walked up here and Gladys called a garage to come with gas, so I could make it to town. I’m not exactly sure what was going on, but the man never showed. So we used the gas for the lawnmower to get the car here. It’s in the garage. So you don’t have to ferry me around. Just show me which way town is, and I can find my way. Anyway, we talked, and Gladys offered me a job. Since I need one, I accepted.” She looked directly into his eyes. “I swear I’m not after anything here but a job and the friendship of a wonderful woman. That’s it, nothing more, nothing less.”
    He believed her, she might be what she said she was, but he knew there was more to her story. Now wasn’t the time for him to grill her though. He’d be watching her, and if she did anything underhanded, he’d help Georgie run her out of the county the hard way. He was known for his patience, her story would flesh out sooner than later, until then, she was suspect.
    “Go get ready, we’ll leave as soon as you’re done doing whatever women do to visit the hospital.” She nodded and went into the house.
    She was at the door in less than ten minutes. He saw the clean face, brushed hair and her green eyes emphasized by the darkness of her eyelashes and pale skin. Her hair was almost to her shoulders in spots. He was no expert in women’s fashions, but her hair looked like it needed serious attention from a professional. The simple red t-shirt made her skin appear almost pink. Her jeans were baggy and did nothing to entice a man’s eyes. Why his prick seemed interested was a puzzle. He liked a woman with more flesh than bones. Didn’t matter really, he