Page 46 of The Biker's Brother

“Bring it in the hangar. We need to see how much it weighs. You can drive in if you want.”

Brandon leaned down to Cami and talked quietly. “You be okay here for a minute? While I get the car?”

She nodded. “Sure.”

Brandon brought the car around and into the hangar where Copeland and Cami were waiting.

“Scales over there.” Copeland pointed. “You first.”

He waved at Cami, who drew back. “What do you mean, you first?”

“I mean get on the scale. The big guy is going to ride up front with me. After we establish your weight, I’ll tell you how much of this,” he nodded toward the luggage, “you can take.”

She looked at Brandon. After he gave her a reassuring nod, she pressed her lips together and stomped toward the scale.

“A hundred and forty-three,” said Copeland.

“I’m sure that’s wrong,” she said. “Your scale is faulty.”

“Okay.” He smiled without looking up. “Let’s just say that your clothes weigh twenty-five pounds. Considering how wet you are, that may not be far off.”

“Can we…?” Copeland looked up to see that her question was directed at Brandon. “Can we change before we leave? Put on dry clothes?”

“Absolutely.” He turned to Copeland. “We’ll change and then weigh in.”

“Fine with me,” said the pilot. “Bathroom over there.”

Cami unzipped one of her bags. “What’s the weather like where we’re going?”

Brandon fished out his phone, tapped around for a few seconds and then said, “It’s cool. Fifties. Into forties tonight.” He looked up at her with a big smile. “No rain.”

She grinned and knelt down next to her open bag. She fished out dry skinny jeans with lots of give, an oversize turtleneck sweater, undergarments, boot socks and brown Frye riding boots. The combat-style boots she’d been wearing were wet on the inside and wouldn’t be dry for a week.

She changed quickly and felt instantly better to be dry from the skin all the way out. She retrieved the garbage bag from where she’d left it in the office, stashed all the wet things in there, including the boots, then rifled through a different bag until she found a puffy vest.

“Okay. Done,” she said, pulling the vest on.

“Climb up,” Copeland said. She did. “One twenty-nine.”

She smiled at Brand like she’d won a blue ribbon and he couldn’t suppress a grin.Women.

“So you can take a hundred and thirty pounds of luggage between the two of you.”

Cami looked at her three pieces. She had no idea what they weighed.

“While you’re figuring that out, I’m changing,” Brandon said, though it seemed like no one else was listening.

Cami zipped up both bags that she’d been into. She wheeled the first over and wrestled it up onto the scale, scowling at Copeland when he offered no help.

“Forty-eight pounds.” He fed that into his calculator.

She pulled that bag off and repeated the process with the second rolling case.

“Forty-three pounds.” He fed that into his calculator.

She put her shoulder strap soft side on last.

“Eighteen pounds. That leaves twenty-one pounds.”

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