Page 145 of Romeo

So far, she’d helped out at the club-owned motel, Dutch’s garage, ran some errands for Justice Bail Bonds, babysat and even helped out one very busy night at Crazy Pete’s Bar.

What time do you need me?she sent back to the club’s VP.

ASAPwas his answer.

She glanced at the time and sighed. She had plans with her younger sister Josie, but if Sig and Red needed help, then Maddie wanted to help. That was the good part of belonging to an MC. Everyone was considered family and assisted each other whenever possible.

Okay, I’ll head to your place in a few.

Before she could text Josie to cancel their plans, she got another text from Sig.Not at the house.

She frowned at that unexpected news. Why wouldn’t he want her to watch the kids at their house?

Then where?

The seconds ticked away while she waited for his answer.

The Co-Z Inn.

The what?A motel?she asked. Her frown deepened.

Since she never heard of it, she did a quick Google search to find out where it was located.

It made no sense. Why the hell would Sig take the kids to a motel in Parsington?

House got bugs. Being fumigated.

Then why wouldn’t they stay at The Grove Inn here in Manning Grove? Could it be booked solid?

It was going to take her a good twenty-five minutes, if not more, to get there.

With another sigh, she asked,Room number?

15.

Be there soon.

She couldn’t imaginethat run-down town of Parsington was considered any sort of “destination” for tourists to visit. At least the quaint town of Manning Grove attracted people visiting the Pennsylvania Grand Canyon and in fall they came for the brilliant colors of the autumn leaves.

Only three vehicles were parked in front of rooms at The Co-Z Inn. Not one of them was Sig’s sled, or his family’s SUV.

Huh.

In fact, she didn’t recognize the car in front of room fifteen, either. That made the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Was this some sort of set up? Was she about to be kidnapped? Or worse?

Standing outside of her Highlander, she left the driver’s door open—in case she had to bolt—and glanced around. She then decided to text Sig to make sure she wasn’t walking into trouble.

I’m here. Come outside.

She wouldn’t even knock on the door until she knew it was definitely Sig and the kids. She knew better after the Fury had to deal for years with the dangerous whack jobs that lived up on Hillbilly Hill.

Door’s unlocked.

She wasn’t falling for that. No way.

She quickly texted back,You don’t come out, I’m leaving, and you’ll have to find someone else to babysit.

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