Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
The more I slowed, the more it slowed, until the bus driver decided to pass me.
When it went to whip over to the next lane, I followed in front of it.
This continued for another ten minutes as I pointed to the shoulder.
It was more than apparent that the bus didn’t want to stop.
And I could understand that.
I was a big guy, covered in tattoos, and riding a motorcycle.
I wouldn’t pull over for me either, but it was happening.
It didn’t matter if I had to do this all fucking day long.
I’d do it.
Kennedy wouldn’t get away from me.
It didn’t get to end like that, I’d decided.
After another ten miles of this back and forth shit with the driver, the bus finally pulled over and came to a stop.
Likely, they’d called the cops, too, so I tried to make it fast.
The moment it stopped only ten feet away from me, I got off my bike and walked up to the driver’s side window.
Hopefully approaching him this way wouldn’t freak him out too bad.
But I could tell by the wary look in his eyes that he was freaked.
Oops.
“You have my woman on your bus, and I want to give her a ride back home,” I said to the older man, likely in his early fifties.
“Why?” he asked suspiciously. “What if she doesn’t want to go with you?”
I shrugged. “Why don’t you ask her?”
The man pursed his lips.
“What’s her name?”
I rolled my eyes.
He knew who she was. She was sitting almost directly behind him, and I saw her head poke back and forth from behind her seat for the last ten minutes.
“Kennedy.”
“Kennedy who?”
I gritted my teeth. “Kennedy soon to be fuckin’ Lennox.”
“No, I will not!” she denied from two seats back, plastering her face against the glass window of the bus.
She was so close to the window that her nose was scrunched up, and it was causing her nostrils to open wide.
Her glare was ferocious.
I tried not to laugh.
“I can see your boogers.”
She immediately removed her nose from the window, then gave me the finger.
Then, to add insult to injury, she breathed over the window, fogging it up, and wrote, ‘Fuck yo’
She breathed on it again, and then wrote ‘u’ underneath it.
I snorted, and tried really, really hard not to burst out laughing like I wanted to.
Really, I did.
But the way she scrapped it once she realized how non-perfect it was, and started over, this time further from the side of the window, I just couldn’t help it.
I bellowed in laughter. It couldn’t be helped.
“Can’t you just run him over, Mr. Bus Driver?”
I looked over to the bus driver, who was trying not to laugh right along with me.
“I can’t, Ma’am,” he apologized. “And since you told me I couldn’t call the police, there’s really nothing we can do but sit here until he moves his bike.”
“You could back up?” Kennedy suggested.
The bus driver sighed. “I already thought about that, but he’s got more maneuverability with that monster bike of his.”
I looked over at my bike.
It wasn’t really a monster. It was more of a pretty girl—at least, in my opinion.
But whatever.
“Well, that’s just perfect,” she snarled. “Can you open the little hatches underneath so I can get my suitcase?”
I hid my grin and winked at the bus driver, who was standing up from his seat.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I walked around the side of the bus and waited for her to get off.
The moment she did, she glared.
“How did you manage to get onto an empty bus?” I asked her, walking alongside her to the doors that were holding only a single suitcase.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she snarled, turning her head away and crossing her arms over her chest while she tapped her foot impatiently.
I held my breath, then nodded my thanks to the driver when he wheeled her suitcase over to me.
“Have a good one, Ma’am,” the bus driver said as he made his way back to the bus. “Don’t do anything stupid, Son.”
I snorted.
“Already one step ahead of you. Now I just have to get her to accept my apology.”
“Like hell I’ll accept anything from you,” she snapped.
My eye twitched.
“Okay,” I said as I rolled the bag over to my bike, then looked at the huge bag and my bike uncertainly.
I hadn’t thought this part through really well.
I’d just gotten on the damn thing and took off in her direction the moment my brother confirmed that she’d been seen getting on a bus to El Paso.
Now, I was thinking that she might be mad at me when I told her that we’d have to leave some of the stuff behind.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked as I pushed the suitcase onto its side and started unzipping it.
“We’re gonna have to shove all this shit into the saddle bags,” I told her. “Why do you…”