![]() ![]() I’d been terrified of the Reapers the first time they’d come over. I pulled up next to the bikes, careful to leave them plenty of room. Less than a minute to plan and I’d figured out a meal-might not be gourmet, but it wouldn’t embarrass Jeff either. I smiled, thankful something in my life was going right. I’d have to stay up late making another one but I could handle that. I even had a big potato salad all made up for the potluck after work tomorrow. Gabby had given me a watermelon she’d picked up in Hermiston that weekend. ![]() I’d planned on burgers, buns and chips for the two of us, but I always made extra, for leftovers. I’d already grabbed some beer and ground beef that’d been on sale. For a guy whose entire mission in life was to smoke pot and play video games, my brother Jeff had done a lot for me over the past three months. Jeff hadn’t given me any extra beer money and I didn’t want to ask him-not with his money troubles. It had already been a long day and the last thing I wanted to do was to run out and buy even more food, but the guys always wanted to eat. Good thing I’d stopped by the grocery store on the way home. ![]() Three Harleys and a big maroon truck I didn’t recognize. Crap, there were bikes outside the trailer. ![]()
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