Fanatic (Hellfire MC: The Prospects #1)

Willow

T o say I was tense as we left my rental was an understatement. I had been staying just on the coast at Loon Point beach in Carpinteria, California. Beach living wasn’t something I’d contemplated before, nor did it really appeal, but it had been a nice break. The drive would take us twenty-one hours, so Fanatic had decided to make a road trip.

Typical man. Mind you, saying that, it was me who went nuts buying snacks and drinks. Fanatic was driving his SUV, which was crammed to the gills as was his trailer, and I had mine. I’d be following him and was dreading the drive home. When I’d fled Rapid City before, I’d just driven from state to state, so a long haul hadn’t bothered me. But now I really longed to avoid it.

What was sweet was, each hour, Fanatic dialled my phone and checked on me, and we stopped every three hours so I could stretch my legs. Danny was quite happy to nap, which boded ill for tonight. Fanatic insisted we pull over in Cedar City, and he’d booked a decent hotel. To my ultimate surprise, Danny downed his bottle and jar of baby food and fell straight to sleep.