Rebel Wayfarers MC Boxset 4 by MariaLisa deMora

Author:MariaLisa deMora
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: MLK Publishing
Published: 2018-11-27T05:00:00+00:00

Time to start digging

Bethany

She’d been seated at the table in the window of the coffee shop for an hour, waiting. When she reached out to pick up the oversized mug, Bethy studied her fingers impassively, watching the tremble caused by too much caffeine. If she’s not coming, she would have texted. To prove to herself that the girls’ lunch they’d planned was still on, she picked up her phone and unlocked it, going to the last message from Dot. Nope, still just the See you there that was a definite meeting notice.

Tipping the cup, Bethy lifted it to her mouth, draining the contents. The next time the waitress came by she shook her head, declining a refill for the moment. Come on, Dot.

The door opened and she looked up, smiling when she recognized Ty’s mother. Rising to her feet, she opened her arms for a hug, sighing with relief when a moment later she was wrapped in warmth and the soft scent of Dot’s favorite perfume. “How you doin’, Miss Bethy?” The whisper in her ear was light, airy, and Bethy returned the soft greeting.

“I’m well, Dot. How are you doing?”

While she’d been in west Texas, Ty had another turn. Without her there to look out for him, it had gotten bad before help was called. Dot had walked in on her son casually playing a version of Russian Roulette, and the bullet hole Bethy had patched in the apartment wall testified to how close things had been.

“Oh, you know me. I’m fine, honey. Just fine.”

Bethy narrowed her eyes, assessing, and then called Dot on her lie. “No, you aren’t. Have you heard from Sarge?” They pulled apart, and Bethy flicked a finger at the girl behind the counter, getting a nod in response. Dot was looking down, avoiding Bethy’s eyes as they seated themselves. “Dot, have you gotten an update from Sarge?”

“Tyrell is doin’ fine.” Dot was still looking anywhere but at Bethy. She murmured her thanks when the girl placed a cup of coffee in front of her, studiously adding three packets of sugar to the drink. “He was hurtin’, no denyin’ that. But he’s going to be fine.” Dot’s eyes darted up, then down. “What did Sarge tell you?”

“Just that Ty was back in treatment at his place, and I had a mess to clean up when I got home.” She had, too, Sarge hadn’t lied about that. There had been at least two weeks’ worth of takeout trash and spoiled food to dispose of, followed by a couple of hours of dishwashing and tidying. “He’s always terse with me, so I hoped you had a better update.”

“Tyrell was bad, Bethany.” Dot’s gaze lifted, focusing in on Bethy’s face. “Real bad, honey.” Tipping her head to one side, Dot asked, “Anything you want to tell me?” On guard now, Bethy shook her head. “You sure, honey? What happened in Lamesa?”

“What do you mean?” She shrugged. “We had a concert. Then I stayed over a few days to sort out details.

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