In Search of Solace (Rebel Wayfarers MC) by MariaLisa deMora

Author:MariaLisa deMora [deMora, MariaLisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MLK Publishing LLC
Published: 2020-11-15T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Myrtle

Seated on the edge of the bed farthest from the connecting door, Myrt was giggling with Luke over a tale he was spinning, which included a knight in shining white cotton on a ten-speed bike, when movement caught her attention. She looked up to see Bane standing in the doorway, shoulder pressed to one side of the frame. One thumb tucked into the edge of his back pocket, he stared at her with a look she could only have described as hungry.

Myrt covered her cheeks with her palms, not surprised to find them hot. She expected embarrassment to be the overriding reaction to seeing him again after what she’d done in the bathroom, but what she was feeling was as far from that as possible. Heat coiled through her, rising past her chest and into her throat.

He winked and smirked, one corner of his mouth lifting before he turned to face Gunny.

“Save me some coffee at least, brother?”

Gunny had apparently been watching the exchange, because he stared at Bane, then Myrt, then snorted and pointed to the table in the room. “Myrt insisted on a plate, so you got cold eggs, cold sausage, and cold toast. The only thing warm is the fruit.” He tugged an empty Styrofoam cup off a stack next to the coffee pot. “Coffee’s hot. I took Luke with me and we sweet-talked the gal behind the counter downstairs for some real, at least.” He angled his head and grinned at Luke and Myrt. “Boy’s a natural.”

“Like brother like sister,” Bane quipped, throwing Myrt another wink. “Traits that definitely come in handy at times.”

“So Marian and I were talking,” Gunny started, and Myrt shot a glance at Marian, seeing her already nodding. Whatever Gunny was about to say, Myrt’s sister was entirely on board with it. “We’re going to take the van and head out. I’m pretty well rested, and it’ll be better if we get on the road sooner than later. Wanna get back to my old lady and kids, too.” He pointed at Bane. “You two—” Gesturing towards Myrt, he turned fully and faced her. “—need to take care of the local business so we don’t have anyone”—he glanced at Luke, who was now engrossed in telling Thad a story—“ookinglay for the oysbay.”

“How am I supposed to do that, brother?” Bane stood in front of the tiny microwave, watching his plate go round and round, not bothering to turn around for this discussion. Myrt was lost, the conversation between the two men making no sense. “Here, where I got no pull or sway?” He shrugged and took the plate out of the microwave when it beeped, turning with fork in hand, already hovering over the food. “You forget, my patch ain’t your patch.”

Gunny started laughing, the raucous sound rolling through the room.

“You first used his name and then bothered to gain permission. The fuck you think he’d do, play at taker-backers? Mason’s word is good, and unless you hear differently from the big man himself, you’ve got one clear path ahead of you.

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