Page 28 of The Biker's Brother

He rolled a shoulder and stretched his neck as if to say he didn’t care and couldn’t figure out why he’d asked.

The waitress saved him from answering by returning with his grilled cheese.

“Do you always have steak, eggs,anda grilled cheese sandwich?” She laughed.

He smiled as he took a bite that equaled a quarter of the sandwich. When he was finished chewing, he took a drink of coffee before answering.

“No. I saw the grilled cheese on the menu. I wanted thatandthe steak and eggs.”

“So you’re a thinker outside the box.”

“I hope so. I’m kind of surprised that we haven’t visited the restrooms yet. I was thinking we have to check out every toilet between here and Austin.”

“That’s my goal. Don’t worry. I’ll have a travel guide report before we leave this fine establishment.”

“Hmmm. Be sure you have a nice crisp folded bill to leave the attendant.”

Cami laughed.

“I really wish there was an attendant just so it would shock that smug look off your face.”

True to her word, when they were finished, she asked the waitress where to find the ‘ladies’ room’.

“Back up to the front and take a right.”

“I assume you’re coming,” Cami said to Brandon as she slid out of the booth. “I know the drill by now.”

“Right behind you, Rose.”

When Brandon opened the door to the women’s room, he found that there were two stalls. Bending to peer underneath, he saw that one was occupied.

“You’ll have to wait,” he said.

“Why?”

“Somebody’s in there.”

“I’m sure it’s a woman.”

“Not up for discussion.”

“For Christ’s sake.” She slumped against the wall in a huff that looked like a teenage protest.

It was intended to be a little rebellion, but Brandon thought it was kind of cute. He was also glad to see that the soon-to-be ex-husband hadn’t completely broken her spirit. She was damaged, but not cowed.

When the woman who’d been in the restroom left, Brandon waved an okay for Cami to go in. As usual he was waiting and watching the door like the second coming would emerge, which she thought was kind of appealing. In its own way.

“Get your garbage bag,” he said quietly. “I didn’t know it was possible, but it might be raining harder.”

“That’snotpossible.”

“Judge for yourself.” He nodded toward the glass front.

“You promise we’ll stop before dark?”

“If we can find a place that looks safe.”

CHAPTER FIVE