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Corvette approached from the other side, pulling off his road gloves. “Nah. No warning needed. This one’s fucked up so much with the ladies, he’s on dick lockdown.”

The older guy’s head tilted. “That right?”

Shane grunted, grabbing my bag and his. “That’s almost too bad to hear about Tracey. She would’ve eaten him up and spit him out. Maybe he would’ve learned a lesson.”

The guy’s smile was blinding, and took me back a little. He laughed. “Maybe, but my girl’s in love. He’s a big fella too.”

“He’s here with her?” Corvette asked.

He shook his head. “She came to help with her aunt for a bit. We made the decision to put Helen in a care unit.”

All the guys sombered.

“We’re sorry to hear that, Granddad,” Shane said. “Helen’s a good woman. Spitfire.”

Granddad blinked a bit, before he coughed and turned away. “Yeah. You know how it is. Those diseases take the brain and all, but she’s still a spitfire. Got a call just this morning that she’d locked two nurse assistants in her room while she beat an escape.”

Corvette grinned.

Roadie chuckled.

“Tracey went in to help them out,” Granddad continued. “Found Helen on the road, trying to hitchhike. I gotta get there myself. Helen’s throwing a fit, and she’s still able-bodied, so who knows what kind of damage she might do in the meantime.” He gave another cough and nodded to the house behind us. “Rooms are yours as long as you need ’em. When I get things cleared up, I’ll give Maxwell a call. Miss the old fella.”

Shane nodded. “Thanks, Granddad.”

Corvette and Roadie stayed silent, letting Shane speak for them.

Granddad held up a hand, heading inside.

I didn’t know the history or who this guy was, but it was obvious all three men were concerned. No one spoke, not at first, but then Corvette smacked the back of Roadie’s head.

“Ow!” He twisted around, rubbing at the back of his head and scowling. “What was that for?”

Corvette shook his head, eyes still where Granddad had gone. “You’re just an idiot. You need reminding every now and then with a smack. Thinking I’m going to take that on as my job.” He bent, grabbed his bag, and headed to the back house. “I’ll be in my room, thinking of more ways to add to my new role with the club.”

Roadie continued rubbing the back of his head, glaring at Corvette. “What a douche.”

“Heard that!” Corvette pumped his fist in the air before going through the door to the room on the right, the screen slamming behind him.

“You were supposed to!” Roadie shouted. “What’s the plan, Boss?”

Shane touched my hip. “Go to your room, shower, and change. We won’t be wearing cuts tonight.”

Roadie frowned, but headed to the left door.

Shane had our bags and took my helmet, stowing it away before we went into the middle room.

It was like a motel, except our room opened to a hallway, and I could hear the guys moving around in their rooms from there. Shane came up behind me, touching my back and shutting the door. “Can’t see it from the outside, but there’s a back section that extends. Living room, kitchen, and behind that there’s a whole bonfire eating area outside.”

He went to the front, shutting that door too, and clicked on a fan.

I almost melted because the fan was super loud, which I liked—reminded me of riding and also, privacy.

Shane put the bags on the bed.

He glanced over his shoulder. “You okay?”

I closed my eyes, suddenly exhausted. “Yeah.”

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