Cade

"Get out of the fucking way, you stupid motherfucker.”

I finally got past the land yacht doing ten under the limit when I wanted to go twenty over. But a semi nearly took me out on the blind corner, so I backed off and realized that dead men can't call anyone.

What was the point in rushing anyway? I'd just get to the next place of waiting. Waiting and hoping Avery would send me some sort of message.

I waited. And the days dragged by.

Dax was sending me on more runs than normal.

Further. More frequent. When I mentioned it to Wrench he said he'd told Dax the road might clear my head.

He was looking out for me. I knew that, but it was doing the opposite.

Every mile just gave my thoughts more room to run. And they were all in the same place.

One week went by. Then two, and still nothing from her.

Maybe she just didn't want to see me again. Or maybe… I couldn't stop my mind going to the worst. But she'd looked healthy when I dropped her off. That had to count for something.

I visited Corban and Tilly once more, and of course I took a slow-idle detour through Rocky Neck. But the teal door was shut and there was no Bonneville on the street.

Another week passed and I couldn't help it. I had to ride north again.

I was still holding back on texting her.

She had my number. She knew where I was.

And since she hadn't reached out, I was beginning to think that I really was nothing more than the guy on the spot when she needed one.

Same as Wrench with her bike. We'd both done our thing, and if that was all it was, I needed to be thankful for that at least.

But there was something about Avery. Something I had never felt with anyone else in all my thirty years on this earth.

My birthday had come and gone two days ago and I hadn't told anyone. We mostly knew and celebrated each other's days in the club, but for some reason I never felt like sharing mine. I didn't like to count the years. Or the days. Or the months.

So why the fuck was I counting every minute now?

Probably because I'd started to think that every minute mattered so much more.

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