Page 23 of Live Love Steal (Destroyers MC: Skilletsville PA #2)

Bear

There were exactly two hours before a rare mid-week “prayer” meeting at the club. Enough time to slip in a run. I scanned the clouds. The day started ominously and marched vindictively toward the promise of a late season downpour spurred on by moisture coming up from the south and a hard-edged cold front creeping down from the north. This far west in Pennsylvania the remnants of most Fall hurricanes were gentler than if I lived on the gulf or the coast east of here, but lately it seemed as if the planet wanted humanity washed off its surface. Or blown off. I could appreciate the sentiment, as long as it wasn’t aimed at me.