Gonzo (Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book 7) by Candace Blevins
Authors: Candace Blevins
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a rock is wet or dry, and how to guess if it might be slick or not before you step on it.”
He put a twin on each hip and made his way across the same path. I could hear him talking but couldn’t tell what he said. I should’ve been terrified he’d fall with them on his hips, but somehow I just knew he wouldn’t do this if he weren’t sure about it.
I have no idea how he got them to agree who’d go first, but Chloe sat with me and told me all about moss and lichen, and rough stone versus smooth, while Gonzo helped his son walk across the rocks. Declan sat on a boulder while Gonzo came to get Chloe, and my heart stopped beating when he kissed my forehead and told me to stay put so he could keep an eye on me, too.
I didn’t respond because I couldn’t, but I noted that as he helped Chloe he was also watching Declan and me. The instant Declan went to stand, Gonzo turned and said something to him, and Declan sat right back down.
I laughed as he took a kid in each hand and walked them across the boulders, but then wondered what he was up to as he sat them where he’d put Declan before, and walked back to me.
“There are some people coming into the canyon and I didn’t know if you’d want to sit here alone without us close. I can carry you out there, so you don’t have to try to walk across, if you’d like.”
I shook my head. “I’ll be okay here. I’m taking pictures, so they’ll know I’m with you.”
“Okay, the falls are loud but the twins and I will hear if you shout. I’ll keep a close eye on you, too. Let us know if you need us, okay?”
I nodded and watched him go back to his children.
Chapter 10
G onzo
C onnie was in good physical shape, but she was a city girl in every sense of the word. She didn’t get out of breath climbing out of the canyon, but I could tell she was using muscles she wasn’t used to straining and I knew she’d be sore tomorrow.
The kids were slowing down, and I took turns carrying them so they could rest a little while I used my other hand to help Connie. Going up is easier than coming down, so she didn’t need as much help from me but still needed my assistance to keep from falling on a few of the steeper parts. When we reached the car I had everyone put their dirty boots into plastic bags I’d brought, and we all put our shoes on.
Chloe informed me yet again she was hungry, and I told her once more, “I’m taking ya’ll to a little diner up on the mountain for lunch. We’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. Drink your water so you can rehydrate.”
She threw her water bottle on the ground, stomped her foot, and said, “I don’t want water, I want food!”
“Wow, I thought you were four, but that was a very impressive two-year-old tantrum.” I squatted down to her level and used my calmest voice to tell her, “If you want to be treated like a two-year-old, I can arrange for that to happen. If you want to be treated like a four-year-old then retrieve your water bottle, get in your car seat, and buckle up so we can go eat.”
She stomped her foot again and said, “I’m hungry now . I don’t want water.”
They’d had crackers while we were at the falls. She wasn’t going to starve in the next ten or fifteen minutes, and at this point no way was I going to reward bad behavior by giving in. I picked her up and carried her twenty yards to a picnic table, and sat her on a bench. To be honest, I’d have popped Clara on the behind for this behavior, but I instinctively knew Connie wouldn’t approve, and at this point I had to follow her lead.
Also, while I appreciated her stepping back and letting me handle this, I also understood she was… what? Letting me be the bad guy who had to discipline them? Giving me a chance to fail? Testing me to see how I handle them so she’d feel better about leaving them alone with me?
Or, perhaps all of the above.
“You won’t get anything to eat until we get to the restaurant. I will never, ever give you
He put a twin on each hip and made his way across the same path. I could hear him talking but couldn’t tell what he said. I should’ve been terrified he’d fall with them on his hips, but somehow I just knew he wouldn’t do this if he weren’t sure about it.
I have no idea how he got them to agree who’d go first, but Chloe sat with me and told me all about moss and lichen, and rough stone versus smooth, while Gonzo helped his son walk across the rocks. Declan sat on a boulder while Gonzo came to get Chloe, and my heart stopped beating when he kissed my forehead and told me to stay put so he could keep an eye on me, too.
I didn’t respond because I couldn’t, but I noted that as he helped Chloe he was also watching Declan and me. The instant Declan went to stand, Gonzo turned and said something to him, and Declan sat right back down.
I laughed as he took a kid in each hand and walked them across the boulders, but then wondered what he was up to as he sat them where he’d put Declan before, and walked back to me.
“There are some people coming into the canyon and I didn’t know if you’d want to sit here alone without us close. I can carry you out there, so you don’t have to try to walk across, if you’d like.”
I shook my head. “I’ll be okay here. I’m taking pictures, so they’ll know I’m with you.”
“Okay, the falls are loud but the twins and I will hear if you shout. I’ll keep a close eye on you, too. Let us know if you need us, okay?”
I nodded and watched him go back to his children.
Chapter 10
G onzo
C onnie was in good physical shape, but she was a city girl in every sense of the word. She didn’t get out of breath climbing out of the canyon, but I could tell she was using muscles she wasn’t used to straining and I knew she’d be sore tomorrow.
The kids were slowing down, and I took turns carrying them so they could rest a little while I used my other hand to help Connie. Going up is easier than coming down, so she didn’t need as much help from me but still needed my assistance to keep from falling on a few of the steeper parts. When we reached the car I had everyone put their dirty boots into plastic bags I’d brought, and we all put our shoes on.
Chloe informed me yet again she was hungry, and I told her once more, “I’m taking ya’ll to a little diner up on the mountain for lunch. We’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. Drink your water so you can rehydrate.”
She threw her water bottle on the ground, stomped her foot, and said, “I don’t want water, I want food!”
“Wow, I thought you were four, but that was a very impressive two-year-old tantrum.” I squatted down to her level and used my calmest voice to tell her, “If you want to be treated like a two-year-old, I can arrange for that to happen. If you want to be treated like a four-year-old then retrieve your water bottle, get in your car seat, and buckle up so we can go eat.”
She stomped her foot again and said, “I’m hungry now . I don’t want water.”
They’d had crackers while we were at the falls. She wasn’t going to starve in the next ten or fifteen minutes, and at this point no way was I going to reward bad behavior by giving in. I picked her up and carried her twenty yards to a picnic table, and sat her on a bench. To be honest, I’d have popped Clara on the behind for this behavior, but I instinctively knew Connie wouldn’t approve, and at this point I had to follow her lead.
Also, while I appreciated her stepping back and letting me handle this, I also understood she was… what? Letting me be the bad guy who had to discipline them? Giving me a chance to fail? Testing me to see how I handle them so she’d feel better about leaving them alone with me?
Or, perhaps all of the above.
“You won’t get anything to eat until we get to the restaurant. I will never, ever give you
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