Page 14 of Undone

CHAPTER TWO

Finding Home

MY RESTORED HARLEY hugged the tight curves along the rugged coastline as we rode under the shadows of evergreen forests. Damn, I needed this. Getting out of the smog of LA and breathing in the air of the Pacific Northwest woods cleansed my soul.

The deep cleaning, I needed to purge the old shit I’ve been hanging onto. Downshifting, my bike slowed to a crawl as I led my men into the turn of the old campground. It went bankrupt a few years back. Duke and Rog snatched it up on the cheap; giving Creed a place to hang in the woods, shoot the shit, let loose, and party our asses off in privacy.

Hundreds of acres at the bottom of a mountain range filled with lakes and rivers belong to us. The camp already had electricity, plumbing, and a dozen cabins scattered around.

The place is a fucking paradise.

My rustic cabin, with its stone fireplace and claw footed tub is more of a palace than the ten-thousand square foot house I slept in last night. There’s no view that compares to the view from my bedroom window, overlooking the privacy of the lake and the mountains behind.

I haven’t even parked, and I already feel refreshed.

“You made it.” Rog came over, slapping me on the back.

Grinning, I handed him the keys, “Park her in the shade.”

His face turned red as the keys to my bike dangled from my finger. “Do I look like a friggin’ valet?”

“Do I look like a babysitter?”

“Hell, no,” he shook his head, hands running across his chin, “you look like a damn serial killer. This was a bad idea… you’re gonna scare the shit out of her. Forget it. I’ll ask Mac.”

“Nope. I like that you’ll be owing me a favor.”

He leaned closer, whiffing the air. “You might look like a mangy animal but at least you smell clean.”

“Fuck you,” I grumbled playfully shoving his arm. But the man is built like a tank. My shove didn’t even make him blink. “You finally remembered where your balls were and are finally making a play for Devon?”

“That girl has got me tied up in knots. I feel like a bumbling idiot when she’s near.”

“Nah, Rog. That’s just you, having a normal day.”

He shook his head at me, “I hope I live to see the day when some woman crosses your path who does the same to you.”

“Who knows? Maybe today will be that day, Rog.”

“Damn. I wish I was that lucky.”

“So, where are they?”

“Not here, yet.”

“Ah, so that’s why you’re sweating buckets. Are you afraid she and her friend won’t show?”

“Nah. She’s coming,” he replied with a sly wink.

“Uh-huh. Are you going to get your Prez a beer or what?”

He walked past me, stopping under the wooded arched, “Welcome to Camp Creed” sign and flipped me the bird.

“Priceless.” Mac called out, snapping a pic with his cell. “I just texted that to Devon!” He shouted as Rog gave us both his back.

“Nice,” I told Mac. “Watching Rog squirm over a woman is going to be fun.”

“It is. You should see the two of them at Sassy’s. He’s burned more food orders ‘cause he’s too busy watching Devon in her short-shorts as she comes and goes through the kitchen than watching the food he’s cooking.”

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