Reverence: MC Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 3) by Davida Lynn

on the end of the bed and looked around the room. “I know it ain't much, but damn it feels good to settle in one place for a little bit of time. “
    Romero let out a sigh, and he didn't have to say anything more. He didn't want to leave. Maybe he had been humoring me the whole time, maybe not. Whatever the case, I had my answer.
    “Fine.” I slid out from under the sheet, looking for my clothes.
    “Julie, come on.”
    “No. Really. It's fine.” I pulled my jeans up and grabbed my phone. “Let's just get this over with, and I guess we'll go from there, huh?”

    Romero tossed his hands in the air and let them drop to his sides. “Fucking whatever. I gotta get to the club, anyway. Or did you forget that there’s a dozen bikers there in case all hell breaks loose?”

    I was too angry to say anything else. Without looking him in the eye, I stormed out of Romero’s place. I’d be at the meeting early, but I didn't want to stick around and argue with Romero. We both had a flair for the dramatic, and our relationship was under enough strain.  Some time apart might do us some good. That's what I told myself, anyway.

    I knew Romero was being honest with me. He always had been, but after everything with my father, I didn't want to get my heart racing all over again. I had to put that out of my head until after the meeting with Harris.

    I got a text from an unknown number.

    It’s Harris.  

    An address followed, and I punched it into my phone. The Yolo County Airport. Whatever , I thought. It was on the outskirts of town and just about abandoned. It would work just fine.

    As the sun descended, I headed out of town. My mind should’ve been on the meeting, but it was with Romero. I couldn’t get over the tone in his voice when he talked about his home. A grave feeling that he would never leave struck me. My choices were grim, to say the least. I could run away without Romero, or stay with him and risk my life. Neither appealed to me all that much.

    Getting to the meeting early was actually a good thing. It gave me a chance to park the car out of sight, and I could look around the place little bit. I stashed the BMW in the parking lot of the gun range nearby the airport. Poetic, if I do say so myself.

    The place was bigger than I remembered. A few roads came in and out, and the place had more than its share of trees. It was the ideal place for a secret meeting as long as you didn’t want to feel safe in the slightest.

    As the darkness around me grew, I wondered if I was making the right deal. The Rising Sons had gone out of their way to protect me, but if Romero and I split, the protection was gone. Without Romero, I was nothing but their enemy again.

    No, no. I told myself that my father and his motorcycle club were the enemy. Other than tending to wounds and serving food at barbecues, I had nothing to do with the club. I had nothing to do with their dealings, and I had no intention of it. I posed no threat to them. The real question was whether they would see it that way or not.

    Faith. I had to talk to Faith. She seems to be the most sensible person I had met in years. My mother was a club president’s wife, but her sense was gone after the money and easy living had taken their toll on her. Even Raven seemed preoccupied by the fighting and glory. I liked her, but she was definitely one of the boys.

    I told myself that no matter what happened with Harris, I needed to get a hold of Faith.

    Bouncing lights on one of the gravel side roads snapped me back to attention. As it got closer, I saw that it was a pickup. I didn’t recognize the truck as belonging to any of the Branchers, so unless it was a lost farmer, it was Harris.

    Once the truck was close enough to see me, I raised my hand. As the truck slowed to a stop, I looked all around me. My father was out there somewhere. This meeting was crucial for him and his club, and I bet it killed him not to be there. The truck came to a stop, dust floating out