Shades (Evil Dead MC 3)

“Café Du Monde,” Ghost clarified.

“That’s the place.” She looked up into Shades’ eyes, her arms sliding around his neck. “Can we go there? Will you take me?”

He tried to pull her arms from around his neck. “Babe, this isn’t a fucking vacation. You’re supposed to be laying low.”

“I thought Louisiana wasn’t their territory.”

“She’s got ya there, Brother,” Ghost added helpfully with a grin.

“Yeah, well they could be looking anywhere for you.” He knew it was unlikely that there’d be any DKs anywhere near where they were going, but he didn’t want to spend any more time around Undertaker than necessary. He sure didn’t want to go fuckin’ sightseeing.

“Oh,” she said despondently, and he felt her arms sliding away from him.

Shit. He hated to see the joy sucked right out of her face. And it was such a little thing she’d asked for, really. “Okay. Maybe. We’ll see how it goes.”

“Oh, thank you, Shades.” She kissed his cheek.

He brushed her cheek with his thumb. “You ready to roll?”

She nodded and moved toward his bike.

Ghost threw a leg over his and lifted it off the kickstand. He grinned at Shades as he moved past him. “Shit, she’s already got you wrapped.”

Shades shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Just shut up.”

Ghost let out a low chuckle and fired his bike up, the thunderous pipes drowning out any further conversation.

She nodded. “So, are we going to be staying close to the Quarter?”

“We’re not actually going to be staying in New Orleans. We’re gonna be staying across Lake Pontchartrain in Slidell.”

“Slidell? In a motel?”

“Not exactly.”

“What’s not exactly mean?”

“We’re gonna be staying with some friends.”

“By friends you mean the MC?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t look so scared. You’ll be fine.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

When they reached Meridian, they exited the interstate and pulled into a diner. Skylar climbed off the back of Shades’ bike and rubbed her sore ass. She eyed the motel across the street longingly and asked, “How much further is it?”

“We’re about half way, Hotrod,” Ghost informed her with a grin.

“Only half way?” Her hopeful expression fell in devastation.

“Yeah, halfway. Come on,” Shades took her hand and pulled her along behind him into the diner.

They were immediately seated in a booth, and a waitress came over with a coffee pot.