Chapter 25
“We made it,” Fey cheered twenty-four hours later.
“You sure?” Dirk asked in amusement.
“Yep. There’s the Needle. It’s kind of pretty, in a weird way.”
“Now that I’ll agree with,” Maverick said. “And there goes our escort.”
Dirk laughed when he saw Galvez pass them, with Tripp waving from the passenger seat. The pair had been acting as protectors since the attempt to grab Dirk just outside of Billings. At the motel that evening, Galvez had insisted on getting a connecting room, and leaving the door partially open. “Just in case the bastards figured out what happened to you.”
That put a damper on Maverick’s stated intention of giving Dirk some tension relief of the very personal kind. But, grudgingly, he admitted it made sense. “When we get to Seattle, however…” he had prom
