After breakfast, London and Tuck went back to his room to gather their bags. He was checking out. They’d talked about it this morning. They would leave his bike here for now and load everything into her car. After the meeting with the lawyer, they’d come back and get his bike.
Iceman sent a couple of his guys with them. London hadn’t caught their names, but they carried everything out in a single trip. She loaded the car, putting her stuff in first and Tuck’s on top, while he checked out.
By the time Tuck walked out, receipt in hand, she was closing the rear hatch of the Escape and looking around. It would be weird to drive with an escort of bikers, there to keep them safe this time, but it had to be better than the alternative.
One look at him told her something was off. She wasn’t sur
