Chapter 14 - The Road to Route 9
The next morning, the sun rose clear and bright over the pine ridge.
Jax and Knox stood beside their bikes in the circular driveway, their engines idling in a deep, rhythmic thunder that shook the morning dew from the grass. Eleanor stood on the top wooden stair of her restored porch, clutching her handbag against her side.
Knox swung his leg over his Chopper, adjusting his dark glasses. "If any more county auditors show up around here, Mom, you call the clubhouse."
"I don't think they'll be coming back, Knox," Eleanor called out over the roar of the pipes, a warm glint in her eyes. "But I'll keep the tea hot just in case."
Jax looked up at her, kicking his Harley into first gear. "Take care of the house, Colonel."
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"Take care of the road, Sergeant," she replied, raising her hand in a crisp, quiet salute.
Jax returned the salute, rolled his throttle, and pulled down the gravel driveway, with Knox riding tight on his rear wheel.
