Page 20 of Hell on an Angel
“Never mind.”
Cree chuckled, hearing the annoyance in Player’s voice. “She’s changing clothes. We just got up.” When Player remained silent, Cree told him the plan. “We’ll lay low until the storm blows over, then we’re crossing into Canada.”
“You think Kennedy can make that run? Coming across Ontario is a tough run in good weather. Winter’s settling in for the long haul out here.”
“Player, you should be proud. Your sister rode from Hill City to Wilton, Minnesota. She didn’t complain once.”
He was impressed. That was over seven hundred miles on the back of a bike, and most women would’ve been bitching after a few hours. “What are you running for a back seat?’
“A damn pussy pad.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Nah, brother. I don’t have a princess bike. I’m running a Night Train chopper.”
“Damn, I’m impressed. Her ass must be killing her.”
Cree kept his mouth shut. There wasn’t any reason to tell the brother he’d given his baby sister a massage the night before. Her body was knotted up, and she kept having charley horses in her legs and back. That hadn’t helped his growing desire for the girl. “She says she’s fine.” Cree didn’t want to be a dick, but he needed to get dressed. They had another hundred miles to go before getting to the reservation. “Player, when I have her secured on the reservation, I’ll give her my phone to call you.”
“Sounds good.” Player went to hang up but stopped. “Cree, thank you. I can’t express how much this means to me.”
“I told you, it’s family. Nothing owed and no thanks needed. We’ll call in a few hours.” Hanging up, Cree dropped the phone on the bed and got dressed.
Chapter Ten
Kennedy refused to hold Cree back from getting on the road, all because her ass and back hurt. Even her legs ached from being in the same position for so long the day before. The boots he’d bought her were comfortable, but the blisters hadn’t healed like she’d hope.
Leaning over the bed, she rolled and repacked the backpack, making sure it was done properly. Cree pulled back the curtains, allowing the morning light to flow in through the windows. The day was clear, but still, they could see dark, heavy snow-laden clouds in the distance. Catching sight of the bike, Kennedy glared at it like an ex-boyfriend. She wasn’t liking the damn machine. NOT. AT. ALL.
During the night, while they slept, a small storm had passed through the area, covering the parking lot with inches of snow. Leaving the backpack on the bed, she stepped to the window and looked outside. Where there was snow, there was a possibility of ice. Anyone who lived in the north knew that. With the clouds in the distance, they probably had time to put the hundred miles behind them. The wind rattled the panes, a telltale sign it wasn’t a simple breeze. That would make the ride more difficult.
“What’s the temperature?” she asked.
Cree raised his brows at the question. “Twenty-eight.”
Trying not to look alarmed, Kennedy shrugged the answer off. “Better make sure we’re layered up.”
Kennedy was well rested, but there were signs she was sore as hell. It showed in her eyes and in her movements. Cree kept his gaze on her while they packed, making sure to pay attention to any signs she wasn’t up for the ride. If she needed an extra hour before getting back in the saddle, he’d give it to her, and he’d do it without any grumbling. The girl had ridden over seven hundred miles the day before. Hardened riders would be exhausted. Hell, he wasn’t looking for the hundred-mile ride ahead of them and he was referred to as an iron ass, which meant he could ride a thousand miles on any given day.
Looking at the sky, Cree made the decision to give them both time for a decent breakfast. He’d already made a pass through the hotel and the parking lot, looking for any dark sedans or men who seemed out of place. He’d found nothing out of the ordinary. “Kennedy?”
Pulling on her jacket, she looked over at Cree. “Yeah?”
“I’m hungry, and my ass isn’t ready to get back on the bike. Would you mind if we had some breakfast before we get on the road?”
“I’d love something to eat.” Taking the jacket off, she tossed it on the bed.
“Cool. Let’s walk down to the dining room and see what the buffet looks like. Elaine said it would be decent.”
“Who’s Elaine again?”
“You know who she is.” He laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
It felt natural to have Cree drape an arm over her shoulders and to have playful banter with him. Even arguing with him put a smile on her face. Wrapping her arm around his waist, they stepped into the hallway. “Oh yeah, the blonde you were flirting with last night.”
“Are you jealous?” he joked .
“Why? I get to wrap my legs around you.”
