he owned one of Elvis’s many bikes. And he managed to get the money and the drugs to the cops, with the story of where they were found. They handled it from there. It was one of the biggest drug busts, and the cops had nothing to do with it.”
“So you think this is about the bike? And what was in the saddlebags?”
“It’s possible. Heck, anything is possible. I think Grant thought he was protecting me, as well, by not giving me all the details. I didn’t agree with him, but there was nothing I could say to change his mind. At the end of the day, Grant always did what he thought was best, no matter what anyone else said.”
Another long silence was broken by a stop for brunch. They ate on the go, and though Faith itched to hear more, she sensed that Jack was preoccupied. She had learned a great deal about her father during his time away, but she knew there was a lot she would never know now that he was gone. She only hoped she would have better luck finding out about the key.
CHAPTER SIX
Four weeks earlier--Jack
Faith obviously wanted to talk, but Jack had nothing much more to give her. He was not going to tell her about Grant’s ongoing troubles with the rival gang, or the loss of everything he owned, except his two bikes, in the blaze that the fire department ruled as suspicious.
It was bad enough she had lost him for good this time, without ever fully knowing how much he really loved her. Knowing what he went through to keep her safe would not help her at all. It was better that she remain ignorant of anything that would not help her solve the mystery of the key.
They didn’t stop again until late afternoon. After a pleasant conversation about what foods they liked to eat and which were the best restaurants, they were off again, driving through the night. He wanted to make it across the Illinois state line before they stopped for the night.
He had a friend whose cabin they would use. When he finally pulled up to the cabin, Faith was asleep. He sat for a minute, just watching her breathe. He wished he had met her under different and better circumstances.
She was a funny, feisty woman. She was sharp as a tack and witty. He liked the things he was discovering about her, and because he had begun to let himself enjoy the sizzle between them, he was more relaxed. He found himself wishing he could protect her from every threat, which he knew was fanciful romantic twaddle, but that was how he felt.
He was too old not to have thought himself in love before, and he was determined not to make that mistake here. They would end up in bed― he knew that for a fact. However, he was certain that once she recovered from the loss of her father, she would move on from their affair. He would just have to wish her the best and let her go.
He woke her up, suddenly uncomfortable with the trend of his thoughts. He had an odd ache in his chest at the thought of letting her go. “Time for a real bed and some sleep, Faith.”
He watched her yawn and stretch, and the lust he had all but forgotten slammed back into him with a fury that left him stunned. He hurried out of the cab, retrieving her suitcase before going around to help her out of the truck. She was a tall girl, and he loved that she fit him so comfortably. Most women were too short, and he had had to do a lot of adjusting to kiss them or make love with them. Faith was his match, though he was taller than her, and her body was strong and sexy to him.
He let her into the cabin, which had the undisturbed air of a place rarely used, though Jack knew his friend had been there the week before and would be back this weekend again. He took her suitcase to the bedroom and showed her where the bathroom was.
“Where’s your stuff?” she asked.
“I have some things here,” he said. He saw the unease creep into her features, and he stepped
“So you think this is about the bike? And what was in the saddlebags?”
“It’s possible. Heck, anything is possible. I think Grant thought he was protecting me, as well, by not giving me all the details. I didn’t agree with him, but there was nothing I could say to change his mind. At the end of the day, Grant always did what he thought was best, no matter what anyone else said.”
Another long silence was broken by a stop for brunch. They ate on the go, and though Faith itched to hear more, she sensed that Jack was preoccupied. She had learned a great deal about her father during his time away, but she knew there was a lot she would never know now that he was gone. She only hoped she would have better luck finding out about the key.
CHAPTER SIX
Four weeks earlier--Jack
Faith obviously wanted to talk, but Jack had nothing much more to give her. He was not going to tell her about Grant’s ongoing troubles with the rival gang, or the loss of everything he owned, except his two bikes, in the blaze that the fire department ruled as suspicious.
It was bad enough she had lost him for good this time, without ever fully knowing how much he really loved her. Knowing what he went through to keep her safe would not help her at all. It was better that she remain ignorant of anything that would not help her solve the mystery of the key.
They didn’t stop again until late afternoon. After a pleasant conversation about what foods they liked to eat and which were the best restaurants, they were off again, driving through the night. He wanted to make it across the Illinois state line before they stopped for the night.
He had a friend whose cabin they would use. When he finally pulled up to the cabin, Faith was asleep. He sat for a minute, just watching her breathe. He wished he had met her under different and better circumstances.
She was a funny, feisty woman. She was sharp as a tack and witty. He liked the things he was discovering about her, and because he had begun to let himself enjoy the sizzle between them, he was more relaxed. He found himself wishing he could protect her from every threat, which he knew was fanciful romantic twaddle, but that was how he felt.
He was too old not to have thought himself in love before, and he was determined not to make that mistake here. They would end up in bed― he knew that for a fact. However, he was certain that once she recovered from the loss of her father, she would move on from their affair. He would just have to wish her the best and let her go.
He woke her up, suddenly uncomfortable with the trend of his thoughts. He had an odd ache in his chest at the thought of letting her go. “Time for a real bed and some sleep, Faith.”
He watched her yawn and stretch, and the lust he had all but forgotten slammed back into him with a fury that left him stunned. He hurried out of the cab, retrieving her suitcase before going around to help her out of the truck. She was a tall girl, and he loved that she fit him so comfortably. Most women were too short, and he had had to do a lot of adjusting to kiss them or make love with them. Faith was his match, though he was taller than her, and her body was strong and sexy to him.
He let her into the cabin, which had the undisturbed air of a place rarely used, though Jack knew his friend had been there the week before and would be back this weekend again. He took her suitcase to the bedroom and showed her where the bathroom was.
“Where’s your stuff?” she asked.
“I have some things here,” he said. He saw the unease creep into her features, and he stepped
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