London sat through the service, listening to the eulogy and talks, the people who knew the woman they were here for. She couldn’t help but wonder what Tuck was thinking. She felt her phone vibrate in her tiny purse. She couldn’t help but be glad she’d remembered to put it on silent. She wasn’t going to be pulling it out now. Whoever it was could wait. Instead, she turned and looked at him a moment but couldn’t read anything on his face and decided that wasn’t an accident. A man who had gotten as high in the structure of a motorcycle club as Tuck had, didn’t get there by letting his every thought or feeling show on his face.
When the service was over, they waited while the casket was removed from the room then Tuck stood and followed it from the room. He never released London’s hand as he
