Page 38 of Ghost Hunted

Lia’s voice is groggy, and when I look back at her, my heart twists to see the dark shadows under her eyes. All thoughts of my psychopath son-in-law are forgotten as I lock her in my arms.

“You look exhausted, baby. Didn’t you sleep?”

“I did… well, a little bit,” she adds hurriedly, when I raise an eyebrow. “I had a lot on my mind.”

“What kind of things?” I murmur, stroking her hair.

She looks up at me, and her expression makes my stomach clench, because I can’t understand it.

“Things like,” cuts in Quill, “the sound of motorbikes, all fucking night long.”

Lia blanches. “Really? But if they find me…”

I don’t let her finish the thought. “They won’t find you.”

“They probably will,” says Quill, “if we keep chatting like we have all the time in the world. Time to hit the road.”

I glower at him. “And how the hell do you suggest we do that, since my car got totaled?”

He yawns. “Well, while you had your mouth between Piper’s mom’s legs…”

“Quill!” squeaks Piper. “I’m so sorry, Logan. Quill has a thing for, uhm, parents…”

“A thing for what?” gasps Lia.

“Just for us doing things… like… uhm…”

“Don’t finish that thought, Piper,” I warn her, as Quill grins. “Finish your thought, Quill. But watch it, or a fist to the face will be the least of your worries.”

I know I have it in me to scare the shit out of just about anyone, but Quill’s grin only deepens. “Well, when you were… reconnecting… I went back to get those bikes. That is, two of them, since I wouldn’t trust Piper to walk in a straight line, let alone drive in one. And I expect it’s the same for her mom. Anyway, while I was gone, Piper packed our things like the good girl she is and—”

“Quill!”

“And now we’re all ready to go. Whenever you lazy bastards want to, that is.”

The glare I give him only makes him shrug. Again, though, I know I deserve it. I’m supposed to be responsible for my two girls, and I fucking slept.

Sighing, I help Lia up, my hand finding its old place around her wrist. But I’m a lot more gentle than I once was as I lead her toward the shrubbery where Quill hid the bikes.

“So what’s the plan?” he asks.

I hesitate. “Well, we have a bazooka, and…”

“And no plan,” guesses Quill. “You were too busy fucking Piper’s—”

“Shut up, Quill,” cuts in Piper. “So why are they after us, anyway?”

“He doesn’t know.” Quill grins again. “Too busy fucking your mom.”

My hands fist at my sides, but this time, I don’t punch him. I’d like to beat the shit out of him, but we don’t have time, Piper would never forgive me, and he’s right, after all. I was too busy fucking Lia to ask.

And now we’ve got more masked bikers after us, and I have no idea why.

Lia clears her throat. “I don’t know what they want. They’re connected to my father in some way. I don’t know why or how, though. Maybe I did, but…”

She interrupts herself, but I know what she was going to say. But I don’t remember.

“Maybe they want revenge for his death,” suggests Piper.