Page 70 of Reaper's Claim

Her lips curled evilly. “Pull in, Abby.”

“Not going to happen.”

“Fine. I’ll pee in your car.”

I was outraged at the thought. “Like fuck you will.” I switched the indicator on. Nerves flooded my body when I saw Reaper also turn off the highway, following us.

Kim clapped with enjoyment when she turned to see if he had. “Great. Now you two get to talk, or yell again.” She smiled smugly.

“I knew you didn’t need to go to the toilet.”

“But I do need tiny teddies.” She held up the empty packet.

I pulled the car to a stop at a service station. It was probably a good idea to top up while we were here. It would save us from stopping again.

“I’ll take my time,” she said over her shoulder before getting out, her eyes alive with amusement at my soon-to-be extremely awkward conversation.

Reaper pulled his bike to a stop behind me and when his engine cut out, I knew I couldn’t prolong getting out of the car any longer.

I closed the car door and nodded my head at him. “Hey.” I kept my sunglasses down, pretending to be cool, calm, and collected when really I was freaking the fuck out.

He climbed off the bike, pulling his helmet off, placing it on the handlebar. “Thought you left hours ago.” He pushed his sunglasses up. “Or are you just a real slow driver?”

I unscrewed the gas cap. “Had to make a stop earlier.” Had he not noticed the blonde hair?

He stood in front of me. His hand grasped mine, taking the pump off me. “Explains the hair.”

“Thought it was time to go back to my roots.” I took a step back while he filled the car for me.

Why did that simple act of kindness make my stomach flutter?

“So you’re… um… coming then?” I scratched my arm, trying to make conversation with him.

He turned to look at me. “Yep.”

Talk about him giving me nothing to build a conversation on. “Didn’t think you would leave, you know, seeing how good you have it with the Vikings.” God, it felt like acid to speak those words. “Good thing this is like a rainbow weekend, you shouldn’t get a bullet in the head for being a traitor.”

“Tell me what you really think, Abby.” He grunted, his eyes mocking me. “Don’t hold back.”

I crossed my arms. “What, come on, it’s not like you aren’t going to catch heat. You do realize they are going to give you shit.” I felt like I had to remind him of the obvious.

Maybe I was trying to talk him out of it.

“For someone who doesn't miss shit, you sure as fuck are missing the obvious.”

The gas pump perked back, and he pulled it out, hanging it back up. What the hell was he getting at?

“Hi, Reaper.” Kim appeared beside the car, Tiny Teddies in hand of course. “Where’s ya cut?”

I looked back at Reaper, my mouth falling open. Where the hell washis Vikings leather vest? “Have you like left them?” My words rushed out, barely making sense.

“You aren’t the only one going back to their roots, Abby.” He hung the pump up. “See ya back at home.”

Home. He was going home. My eyes widened in size, grabbing his arm in a rushed decision. “You’re joining them again, aren’t you?”

His cold eyes glanced between my hand and back at me. “Called ya old man, we talked it through.”

“But that means, after this weekend, you won’t be coming back.”