JOKER: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Evil Dead MC Series Book 9) by Nicole James

Author:Nicole James [James, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nicole James
Published: 2018-07-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Holly was exhausted when they got back to New Orleans late that night. She waited in the truck while Joker made a pit stop at a gas station not far from his place. He came out with a paper bag full of stuff.

Five minutes down the road, he turned into his lot. The tires crunched on gravel and the headlights flashed across his bike, parked where he’d left it.

He grabbed up the sack and opened his door. “Come on, lady.”

She’d packed a satchel when they’d stopped at her apartment on their way out of town, and she took it from the back and followed him onboard.

The deck was wet with dew, but it was warm inside.

He flicked on the lights and moved through to the kitchen, setting the bag down on the counter. He got out a loaf of bread, a dozen eggs, a carton of juice, and some bacon.

“Wow. They had all that at the quick stop?”

“Yup. Costs an arm and a leg, but they got it.”

She stood there uncertainly with her bag in her hand.

He glanced over his shoulder. “Told you, you can have the bedroom. Go put your stuff away. You hungry?”

“Not really.”

He shook the carton of OJ. “Want a screwdriver?”

“I’ve never had one.”

“Comin’ right up, then.”

***

They sat in the living room, sipping their drinks; she curled up on one end of the couch and he sprawled out on the other end, his boots up on the coffee table. He aimed the remote at the flat screen and flipped through the channels.

“Wait! Stop there,” she yelled.

He raised his brows. “You’re kiddin’ right? You watch this shit?”

“Hell, yeah. Those hoarders are wack-a-doodle. One time they had this lady on; she was actually an organized hoarder.”

“Organized hoarding?”

“Yep. She had a room with nothing but clown dolls in it. Must have been thousands of them creepy looking dolls. Another room, nothing but empty peanut-butter jars.” She arched her brows at him as if that said it all.

“Creepy clown dolls and empty peanut butter jars?”

“Yep.”

“And you watch this shit?”

She shrugged. “I find the human mind fascinating.”

He burst out laughing and changed the channel. “Now here’s a show for you.”

She almost spit out her drink. “Gross.”

“What, you don’t find the mind of someone addicted to eating crayons fascinating?” he teased.

“Eww! His teeth are orange.”

Joker grinned and corrected, “They’re not orange, they’re Burnt Sienna.”

“Give me that remote!” She set her drink down and grabbed for it, but he held it out of her reach.

“Nope. I’m fascinated. We’re watching it.”

She continued to wrestle with him for it, sprawling on top of him and trying to grab at the hand he held well out of her reach. He flipped it off, tossed the remote across the floor, and grabbed her, flinging her down on the couch and proceeded to tickle the hell out of her.

She squealed and squirmed, finally pleading for mercy. “I give! I give!”

They were both out of breath as he lay half on top of her, grinning down into her face.

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