SAVIOR: A Motorcycle Club Romance - Plot & Excerpts
We put the fresh food in the icebox. We kept most of the other stuff in the pantry where it would be safe. If need be, we could move the icebox to the garage and let nature give us a hand. “Speaking of the garage,” I said, taking a count of how much food we had. “How is my car?” He looked grim. “It should run but I don’t recommend driving it any time soon. The tires took a beating going through the ice. These roads go through city tires like a knife slicing hot butter.” “I just got them changed,” I sighed. “Well, we could siphon off the gas in the tank if you need it. It’ll actually go to good use.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” After a long and difficult day, I feel asleep on the couch. Max had prepared the guest room for me but I was too tired to go there. During my sleep, I dreamt of Max. He looked so gorgeous in my visions.
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