Charlie's Heart: MC Romance (Burning Bastards MC Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

carry her, God knows I would try, but I won’t get her back over the hill before my people can get here. So unless you have another way to take us to my scoot, we’ll be your guests.”
    Juanita appeared to be thinking, and she smiled for the first time that he’d ever seen.
    “There should be a key to the car they brung her here in on that leather, Ol’ Merl and Saul took the truck to go buy sugar and provisions, the car belongs to Merl. I can take you to your motorbike I guess, they’ll be here by mornin’ so I can’t take you to town an’ be back here pretendin’ to worry about Birdsong.”
    He bent down to pick up his ladylove, and started walking to the cave’s entrance.
    Juanita hung back for a few minutes, and ran past him once she’d lit the fuze on the sticks of dynamite that she put under Birdsong’s fat belly. She’d grabbed the cash and left him lie.
    “You might want to speed it up a bit, I don’t know how old those sticks of dynamite is, but they was startin’ to leak when I took them outta the sack.” She kept going and Charlie looked around for cover.
    They were only about fifty feet from the cave, and his knees weren’t up to running right now, even if he wasn’t carrying the extra weight. He crouched down and laid Selma’s unconscious body on the soft ground cover, before lying on top of her, covering her face and torso from flying rocks and debris. He tried to keep his weight off her chest, but the impact of the explosion shoved him down on top of her hard. He was so stunned by the impact of rocks that pelted his head and back, that it took a few minutes for him to realize what he was doing, and he pushed himself from her body.
    He sat up and had to orient himself for a few long minutes. The last explosion that big he’d been around for was in Nam, and the results of that had been a titanium plate in his head and several years of riding his bike to help him settle his past experiences. He kept his eyes trained on Selma, if he closed them he knew he would see the movie running through his brain of that last mission. He didn’t want to see that again. Seeing body parts flying around you, well, it had a big impact on his life. Her eyes fluttered open and he leaned down to kiss her.
    She chased his demons away. Once they became lovers, his nightmares were almost gone. She’d been his touchstone, and there was no way he would let her go again, somehow, some way, he would find a way for them to be together.
    She was waking up and he pushed her hair back from her face with a shaking hand. Fuck, he couldn’t lose her again. He got to his feet and pulled her up and into his arms to resume the walk to the Johnson homestead. Nothing mattered but the woman in his arms. He ignored the way the almost non-existent cartilage in his knees stabbed pain through his thighs and kept putting one foot in front of the other.
    He left Selma in the house with Juanita while he got a drink, and headed back to the hill to retrieve his rifle and pack. He thought about leaving them, but that rifle had kept him alive many times over, and he’d be damned if he would leave it to be ruined in this place. The three long swallows of good corn liquor had helped oil his joints, and dull the pain so this walk wasn’t bad.
    Seeing the hole in the hillside made him whistle. He wondered how many sticks of the dynamite she used, because half of the hill resembled a molehill. There was no sign of Birdsong, and that was all to the good. He found his things and went back to the house.
    It was time to take his woman home.
    Hearing Juanita helping Selma around upstairs, Charlie headed to the bathroom where they were and walked in while they were talking. He noticed Juanita had helped her to the bathroom and given her a washcloth to wash her face and arms. He hated to break up the hen party. “I hate to break into this reunion, but we need to get moving if we plan on getting off this hill before dark.”
    All the way down the