them. "Did everything arrive?"
Trip stepped away from Bonnie, dragging his gaze away. "Yeah. It's all in the back. Let me get them for you."
Left on her own and vibrating from Trip's lack of...whatever was going on, but something was off with him. She hadn't expected him to swoop in and kiss her.
Okay, she had.
Last weekend was fabulous. She'd enjoyed the time at his house.
Because of the iffy cell service and his job with the club, she hadn't expected to see him unless he picked up the cash at the end of the day.
Disappointed that he wasn't as happy to see the weekend and he hadn't asked if she was going to the get-together, she stayed back as they unloaded the bicycles—most of them e-bikes to keep up with demand.
A motorcycle rider approached. She stepped away from the truck and waved, recognizing Franco.
The Avery Falls MC member stopped beside her. She handed over the pouch.
"Thanks." Franco grinned.
Franco was like a flash of sunshine compared to the other bikers who usually picked up the money. She grinned back at him, caught up in his good mood. "You're happy today."
"I'm going to fill my stomach, go to bed early, and hit the river early in the morning. The only thing I need to do is balance the pole in my hand and crack open a beer." Franco winked. "Or, two."
"That's what my sons are doing in the morning—minus the beer. They're with the other kids, planning on camping tonight. It should be fun for them."
"You're not going to join them?"
"Me?" She laughed, pressing her hand to her chest. "I don't fish."
"Ever?"
"No." She wrinkled her nose. "The only fish I like to be around are missing their head and fried to a crisp by someone else."
"Women." Franco chuckled. "Well, you have a good time doing whatever you'll be doing."
Franco rode off. She turned toward the trailer and found Trip watching her. Afraid he'd called her over, and she hadn't heard, she hurried over to him.
"What did Franco want?"
"He's on pickup tonight."
Trip grunted. Confused about his mood, she put her hand on his arm. He moved away.
"Look at this beauty." Johnny wheeled an e-bike over to her.
She shook off the odd behavior coming from Trip and looked over one of the new purchases. "No way. Is that a thousand watts?"
"Yep." Johnny tore the tie-strap off the cables with his bare hands. "And disc brakes."
She cringed, knowing that had to hurt, but her excitement at The Shack getting one of the top-of-the-line e-bikes to put out on the floor left her gawking. "Should I stay and set all the batteries up to charge?"
"I'll do it. No use both of us sticking around."
"Okay, but I'm coming in early on Monday. I want to putter around on this one in the lot before customers start showing up." She stepped out of his way as he wheeled the bike toward The Shack. "I need to get going, but I'll see you at the get-together later if you show up."
She glanced at Trip. He had his back turned inside the trailer, unwrapping the rest of the bicycles. She hoped he heard her plans.
She wanted to see him, too.
Getting in her car, she pulled out of the lot. Highly aware Trip never looked at her once, she ran into the store, buying not only what the kids needed but a half-gallon of ice cream for her.
At the cash register, the woman eyed her. "Someone's having a bad day."
Realizing what a counter full of junk food looked like, she shook her head. "Most of it will go with my sons when they camp out tonight."
"Mm-hm." The woman, her nametag had J.J. printed on it, raised her brows, not believing her. "I've seen you hanging around Trip. I can guess you're going to drown yourself, scoop after scoop, in vanilla ice cream."
Taken aback, she tried to hide the warmth flooding her face. "Really, it has nothing to do with him."
It had everything to do with Trip.
She wanted to know what was wrong. It wasn't like him to ignore her. Granted, he wasn't much on talking, but there was something off about him. It was almost like he was afraid she'd ask him if he was going tonight.
"Hon, I don't blame you. Trip's a hard man to pin down." J.J. shrugged. "Many women have tried."
A sourness entered her throat, and she swallowed. She didn't like the sound of other women going after Trip when she was starting to think he was the perfect man