Page 82 of Diesel's Perseverance
“How did it go?” she asked, handing him the beer.
“Okay. What’ve you been doing?”
“Waiting for you.” Another smile hit him straight in the groin.
“How’s your back? Do you need a Tylenol or something?”
“It’s fine. I actually forgot about it.”
“I know you’ll say no, but don’t interrupt me until I finish. I’d love to go to the beach; maybe not here, but there’s a ton more up the coast that we could pop in for a little bit. We could go by car if that would be safer. It’s just that I’m climbing the walls. We can be back before dark. Can we go? Please?”
He rocked back on his heels, his gaze scanning over her face. Myla had been a good sport since all this went down. Her whole life had been upended, and she took it like a trooper. Being confined was mentally challenging, and he knew that all too well.Yesterday at the rally was supposed to be fun for her, but then shit went down. Most chicks would still be squawking about that today. Myla wasn’t even pissed yesterday. All she’s concerned about is me and how I’m feeling. She deserves to have some fun, but if something happens to her, I’d never forgive myself.
“I’ll help be a lookout, too,” she added.
He laughed. “Hang on. I gotta figure something out before I answer.”
“What?”
“I’ll be right back.”
Diesel locked the door behind him and bolted down the stairs. He scanned the common room looking for any of the guys going on the bike ride. When he spotted Rags leaning against the bar, he rushed over.
“You still going on the ride?”
“Yeah. Did you change your mind?” Rags asked.
“Sort of. I want to take Myla. She’s been cooped up since Freddy made a fuckin’ mess of things, so I thought we’d join you. I’d go alone, but I can’t take a chance with Cano still lurking around.”
“Let him try shit with us. We’ll beat his sorry ass,” Rags said. “Demon’s coming now.”
Diesel looked over his shoulder and saw the burly biker approaching.
“What’s going on?” Demon asked when he got to the bar.
“I want to take Myla for a ride, but it’s too risky if it’s just me and her. Where are you guys heading to?”
“Laguna Beach today and Huntington or Santa Barbara before you dudes head back home. Is she cool riding with a caravan?”
“She’s easygoing… so… yeah.”
“Good to have you along.” Demon nodded. “We’ll be extra vigilant while looking for asshole Henchmen and East Bay pussies too. We’re gonna leave in about twenty minutes. Is that cool?”
“Sounds good, bro. I’ll meet you guys outside.”
When Diesel entered their room, Myla sat by the window, picking at her fingernails and bouncing her leg up and down. She looked up, her gaze searching his face.
“You got fifteen minutes to get ready before we head out,” he said.
“Yes!” she squealed, leaping up.
He chuckled, her reaction warming his heart. Myla crossed the room in a few quick strides and hugged him tight, nestling her head against his chest.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
He ran his hand down the length of her hair, then eased himself from her.
“You better get going. Bikers don’t like being kept waiting.”
