“The fuck is going on in there?” he asked, alarmed.
I looked at my friend and said, “I need to use your car.”
He was about to balk at my request until I threw him the keys to my Harley, which he caught. “Trade for the night.”
He eyed the man in my arms. “You get blood on my seats, and I swear…”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You swear what, man?”
Drake pulled his keys out and smacked them into my open palm. Without another word, he opened the side door, shoved the seat forward, and I put the unconscious man into the backseat.
As I drove off toward the hospital, I suddenly had a better idea.
Chapter One Hundred Thirteen
“Oh, my God! What happened to him?”
I eyed the pretty redhead and shook my head. “Just help him, please. I think he just needs some stitches. And, uh… he may have a concussion.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, but something in my hard stare must have told her to just shut the fuck up and not ask any more questions. She raked her gaze from my boots to my head and probably determined I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Smart and pretty.
“Follow me,” she said, turning on the heel of her clog-type medical shoe. I definitely didn’t mind the view of the way her snug blue scrubs hugged her curvaceous ass. I followed her into a room with a bright light and set the man on a small medical bed.
She began to perform some vitals on him, then hooked him up to a machine that I thought was taking his blood pressure. I watched as she tore open a package marked smelling salts. She turned to me. “Before I wake him up, you wanna tell me what happened?”
I shrugged, folding my arms across the chest of my black leather cut. “Got into a fight.”
She glared at me in serious disapproval for a long minute, then asked, “Where?”
“Does it matter? Just fuckin’ fix him so we can be on our way.”
She continued to glare at me. I thought it was cute how pissed off she seemed, but she was no more frightening than an angry kitten. “First off, it seems you’re the one who needs me and not the other way around, so I would appreciate it if you watched your tone with me. Secondly, the police are going to ask where this happened, and I was simply trying to—”
I put my hand up. “Oh no, sweetheart. There will be no police. I plan to pay you very nicely for keeping them out of this. Just fix my buddy here and we’ll be on our way.”
She huffed again and said, “Fine. What’s his name?”
“Huh?” I asked.
Shit.
Without turning around, she laughed without humor. “Your buddy. He have a name?”
I snorted. “Of course he has a name. It’s John-none-of-your-fucking-business-Doe.”
“Why didn’t you just take him to the ER? I mean, we aren’t exactly equipped for severe traumas here. We’re just a small clinic.”
“Yet, you’re helping him, aren’t you?” I replied.
She huffed yet again, annoyed with my attitude.
“Look, I know Nora. I did the electrical in this place before it opened. I was just hoping you could help him so we could be on our way. I told Nora the club may have the need for y’all’s services here. She seemed fine with it,” I explained, way more words than I usually spoke at one time.
She ignored that and waved the smelling salts under his nose. He awoke with a start and a yell, but she gently pushed him back down on the table. “Shh. You’re all right. Just getting you fixed up.”
“Where am I?” he groaned, flinging an arm over his eyes to shield them from the obnoxious light in his face.
“Hospital,” I paraphrased. “Now just relax and let Red here fix you up and then I’ll take you back to the club.”
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked me, sounding funny without two of his front teeth. One missing from the top and the other from the bottom.
I bit back a groan when the nurse turned around and looked at me. “Buddy, huh?”
I just smirked at her. “Something like that.”
“What’s your name?” she asked him.
He glanced briefly at me, eyeing my cut and quickly catching on to what was going on here, and then replied, “Ray.”
“Well, Ray, you’ve got a concussion and several abrasions and cuts. Thankfully, only one appears to need repair, but I’m just going to use some DermaBond on it instead of stitches. Do you hurt anywhere else?”
He touched his temple where the shifter had punched him. “Here.”
She poked her way through the hair over his ear to the side of his head. “I don’t see any cuts, but there is some swelling there and will probably be some bruising tomorrow. And as far as your teeth go, you’ll have to see a dentist about that.” She shook her head.
“Great,” he murmured as he lay back and let her clean his wounds and apply the glue.
As we were leaving, Ray was well enough to walk out. We got to the front door and I told him to go wait by “my” Mustang. He grumbled his thanks to the nurse and did as he was told, gauze in his mouth and holding an ice pack to the side of his head.
I turned to face her. “Thank you for fixing him up and not asking questions. Well, not too many, anyway.”
She stared up at me, her striking green eyes seeming to study me, and nodded slightly. “So where should I send the bill?”
I pulled out my credit card. “Just charge whatever you need to on here.”
She stared at it but didn’t make a move to take it. Then, she looked up at me. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll let you sort it out with Nora, since you two seem to be… friends.”
What was that? Jealousy? Annoyance? This girl couldn’t have been older than thirty. Nora was in
