Pulling out the clothes and supplies he had for the trip, he left the extra pistol and ammo inside. He jogged out of the house, secured the bag, and started his bike. By the time Rick arrived, he was past ready to go.
"I have no idea where she went," he thundered over the revving engines. "Let's split up and see if she's walking as we head to the clubhouse."
"Someone should be here in case she shows up," said Rick.
He flipped his sunglasses down. "I'll send someone when we get there. I'll also swing by Promise and make sure she's not there with her girlfriends. Knowing her, she probably got an idea to spiff up the place and wanted to surprise me or some other shit."
"Roll on, brother. I'm right behind you." Rick dipped his chin.
Curley sped out of the driveway. There had to be some ridiculous excuse for her not being at home when he'd arrived. He was probably worried for no reason.
But until he had her by his side, he'd send out a damn search party.