Page 61 of Diesel's Perseverance
“You’re not gonna let that one get away, are you?” Smokey asked.
“I’m gonna finish my beer, then take a cool shower. Where’s Rags? I think we’re bunking together.”
“He’s already hooked up with one of the girls.” Smokey laughed. “I don’t think you’ll be seeing him for a while.”
“He’s pretty beat, so I may see him sooner rather than later.” He chuckled.
Smokey busted out laughing. “That’s too much, dude, but you’re probably right. I’m headed to my room. I want to call Ashley and let her know I arrived in one piece.” Smokey took a swig of his drink. “I’ll admit that I wanna hear Carter say ‘dada.’ Fucking corny, right?”
“Nah, dude, not at all.”
“Fatherhood makes you fucking mushy inside when it comes to your kid, but that’s how it should be.”
“Damn straight.” Diesel finished his beer and handed it to one of the men wearing a prospect cut. “I’m gonna head upstairs to my room. See you later, bro.” He clasped Smokey’s shoulder and headed out of the room.
Jagged had let all of the Colorado members know which rooms were available. Banger was the only one with a private room, which made sense since he was the national president of the Insurgents MC.
Diesel looked out the window of the room he and Rags were sharing. Sailboats dotted the blue waters of the bay. A few jet skis skimmed across the surface, leaving ripples of waves in their wake.
Reaching into his cut’s pocket, he pulled out his cell and tapped in Myla’s number. She picked up after two rings, her breathless voice music to his ears.
“Hi. Where are you?”
“At the clubhouse. It’s like a fuckin’ resort. I’m in my room looking out at the bay.”
“Wow, the club must be on the coast.”
“It’s in Mission Beach. One of the members got it as an inheritance from a relative.”
“And he gave it to the club?”
“Yeah. That’s what I’ve been telling you—the brotherhood is a family. It’s always about the MC, you know?”
“Sort of, but it’s a hard concept to understand for a ‘citizen.’”
He laughed. “You’re too much, woman. So you got your wish for a hotel overlooking the bay.”
“I was thinking more of room and maid service, but I’ll take what I can get.” There was a smile in her voice. “How was the ride?”
“Long and hot as hell, especially through Nevada. It’s cooler here. I didn’t expect that.”
“June in San Diego can be cool because of all the morning gloom. The locals refer to it as ‘June gloom,’ but it makes the days nice and cool and the evenings sometimes chilly.”
“I like it. How’ve you been?”
“Okay. Getting ready for the trek to the airport in a couple of days. It’s been weird not seeing your face these past few days. I got used to it.”
“I got used to yours too.”
For a space of a held breath, there was silence, then she whispered, “I’m glad you’re safe. I was worried about the long ride.”
“It’s good to hear your voice. You excited about coming here?”
“I am, but I hope we can resolve things with Freddy.”
“Any calls from him?”
“No,” she said. “I wish he’d stop playing this game and tell me where the hell he is.”
