Protect Her: Part 6 by Ivy Sinclair

Author:Ivy Sinclair [Sinclair, Ivy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shadow Creek Press
Published: 2015-01-14T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT – PAIGE

The excitement of the last twenty-four hours was finally catching up with me. When I saw the neon sign coming up on the side of the road for the Mayberry Roadside Motel, I didn’t even bother asking Riley if it qualified under his definition of ‘decent.’ He had gone back to help Klein with his research, and I knew if I kept driving at some point I was going to fall asleep. We’d been on a two-lane highway for the last hour, and I’d only counted three other cars that passed us during that time.

The sun was starting to come up on the horizon. I wondered how it was that my internal clock had reset already for being awake at night and to sleep during the day. It seemed rather fitting for the world where I now found myself.

“Motel,” I called back over my shoulder even as I directed the van into the dirt parking lot. I pulled into the spot outside of the door marked ‘OFFICE’ and shut off the van.

“Finally,” Klein said. His jaw cracked in a long yawn even as he stretched in his seat. “I could use some shut-eye.”

“You’re getting slack,” Riley growled. He looked less than pleased at being interrupted in their work. He looked at his watch and shook his head. I could only wonder what he was thinking. It seemed like the thing that was in shortest supply was time. “Okay, we rest until three pm, and then we get back on the road. That should put us on Hopekee land by nightfall.”

I popped the driver’s door open and slid my feet to the ground. I heard the door slide open on the other side of the van and found Riley at my side a moment later. He still surprised me with how fast he moved. His hand settled on my shoulder, and he gently kneaded the tight muscles there. I was so stiff that the simple gesture made me want to melt into a pool right where I stood.

“C’mon,” he said, cocking his head. He trudged toward the office door and opened it for me so that I could step inside. Klein brought up the rear.

I did a quick survey of the room. It was the same as any other nameless, generic motel office that I had ever seen. There was a rack of yellowed brochures off to the side next to a row of paid candy containers. Generic paintings of desert and mountain ridge watercolors adorned the walls leading to the counter of the registration desk. I saw movement in the doorway behind the desk, and a moment later a short, stocky man in a white wifebeater t-shirt stepped into view.

His black hair looked greasy and was combed over to barely cover an obvious bald spot. He pushed a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses up his nose as he gave our ragtag group a once over. I noticed that his eyes kept shifting back to Riley. I forgot that to other people, Riley cut a looming, imposing form.

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