Savage Sons MC Books 1-5
I would even get to sleep in a bed, albeit a cramped, uncomfortable one.
I could spend one night out there, and then either walk or hitch a lift into town the next morning. It wouldn’t be too bad.
I had been in worse situations.
Sliding open the door at the side of my camper, I stepped inside. My hands reached for things without even thinking about it. The crocheted throw was thrown onto the grass behind me as my hands curled around the new bottle of Jack Daniels wedged down the back of a chair.
I wasn’t a big drinker, but I always had a bottle to hand. Something I had learnt from my father. Daddy dearest always had a bottle stashed for emergencies.