Chapter Eight
Jordon draped her elbows over the edge of the stall and watched Wildfire nose the foal curled up at her feet. The baby had been up and moving around once, but Wildfire seemed to want her up again.
“This is the best part of all this, isn’t it?” Lane said, coming up beside Jordon and bumping her shoulder with his arm, as if he was trying to gently wake her.
“I think so. But I didn’t think a big tough man like you would get all doe eyed over a baby or two.”
“I don’t for all of them, but you know Wildfire’s always been special to me.
” Her brother shook his head but didn’t take his eyes off the two horses in the stall.
“I was afraid she’d go too long, then the baby would be too big.
I was afraid we’d lose her.” He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against him for a moment.
“Thanks for keeping such a good eye on her,” he said before releasing her.
“I need to go get cleaned up,” Jordon said. “I just wanted to make sure they were both doing okay after I got everything here done.” She stepped away from the gate. “Anything you need me for today?”
Lane shook his head.
“You were up all night with Wildfire. Anything that comes up I’ll take care of, and if I need help, we have two more brothers who slept last night—they can pick up the slack. But checking on them wasn’t the only reason I came in.”
“What is it?” She frowned, wondering what was wrong now.
“Dad sent me in. Told me to tell you he’s leaving in about an hour and wanted to see if you wanted to go along.”
Jordon yawned and shook her head but before she could say she was too tired and going to take a nap, he kept going.
“He said to tell you Spider’s getting moved to rehab and he thought he would go check in with him. What kind of name is Spider?”
“Oh, shit. I do want to do that. I need to hurry and get cleaned up. I’ll nap in the truck while Daddy drives.” She spun on her heel and headed for the house and a shower.
“What kind of name is Spider?” Lane called after her.
“A biker one.”
“Dad’s taking you to see a biker?”
She didn’t bother answering as she hurried inside.
It had been more than a week since she’d gone with Daddy to see him.
But nowhere near as long since he’d crossed her mind.
All week she’d found herself thinking about him, wondering how he was doing, how he was handling what would be a huge change in his life.
Even last night, as she’d worried about Wildfire, Jordon had found herself thinking of him in the quiet moments.
She hurried through a shower, then pulled on clean jeans and top, but left her hair down. It needed to dry, plus, if she braided it, she wouldn’t be able to sleep on the way into town, or at least not well.
Jordon made it back downstairs with five minutes to spare. Daddy handed her a burrito wrapped in a paper towel and tilted his head toward the truck. Knowing what that meant, she headed out and got inside. Once seated and belted in, she started eating.
“You sure you want to do this?” Daddy asked as he slid behind the wheel. “You’ve been up all night. You could be sleeping.”
“I’ll sleep in the truck. I want to see how he’s doing,” Jordon said in between bites of what might be the best burrito she’d ever had. Or maybe that was how hungry she was.
Daddy watched her for a moment then shook his head and started the truck.
Jordon finished her breakfast, used the paper towel to clean her hands and face, then slouched into the seat, propped her head in the corner next to the window and closed her eyes, in what seemed like seconds, she was out.
She woke as the truck eased to a stop. Opening her eyes, she found they were at a stop light.
“How close are we?” she asked, sitting up right.
“Almost there. We’re going to meet them at rehab. He should be there already,” Daddy said with a glance at the clock on the dash.
Jordon stretched, at least as much as she could while keeping her seat belt on, and tried to wake up.
She wished she was in her bed and still sleeping but something deep inside told her she needed to come, especially today.
She couldn’t say why, only that she had this feeling.
Mercifully, she knew Daddy wouldn’t ask, and if he did, he’d take that she just felt like she had to come as enough.
But there was something about the biker that she just couldn’t keep him off her mind, at least not for long.