By Saturday morning, Lawson Customs was the last thing on my mind because Jace had decided that the Iron Vipers needed a weekend away from the clubhouse, the workshop, and every problem that seemed determined to follow us around.
The plan was simple enough, because everyone would ride out to a private campsite several hours from town, spend the weekend together, and return Sunday afternoon.
Of course, with the Iron Vipers involved, nothing ever stayed simple for long.
I packed food, blankets, clothes, and enough supplies for Diesel, while Jace loaded everything else into the truck.
“You realize we are only staying one night.” I said as I carried another bag outside.
Jace looked at the pile already stacked beside the truck.
“I know.” He said.
“Then why does it look like we are moving
