I push the kickstand and swing my leg over the bike to face Colt. He’s about to sidestep me to carry Mayven inside, and I should let him so she gets inside sooner, but I’m an overbearing asshole and step in front of him to block his path.
“Hand her over.”
Colt sidesteps again. Well, he fucking tries but I have my arms around my woman and growl, “She’s mine.”
Mayven’s arms circle my neck and she lets her body fall against me, making my heart take a plunge into a sea of love she just handed me. Colt rushes forward and opens the door for us.
Stalking straight ahead, the local doctor is already pointing at a large table. “Lie her down over here, please.”
I move out of the doc’s way and lean over her chest to block her vision in case she glances at her leg and what the doctor is doing. She gives me a shaky smile before her eyes fall shut and she hisses through the pain.
A glance behind me lets me know the doc is cutting away her pants. At the end of the table are a lot of things spread out, some syringes, bandages, scalpels, that kind of shit. Kay appears on the other side of the table, taking Mayven’s hand while I hold the other. Colt is hovering above her head.
“This is sweet and all, you guys fussing over me…but let’s not do this again anytime soon. Okay? All righty then. Motherfucker, warn a girl before stabbing her,” she growls and Colt chuckles.
“That’s it, sis. Move what can’t be moved. You always were a strong chick. Remember when I shot you?”
“The fuck?” I snap, eyes wide.
“Oh, yeah. Bring up stuff about the glory days. Perfect timing, Colt.” Mayven keeps her eyes closed but continues to rattle words and I guess it’s what Colt intended so she’d have some distraction. “He was seventeen and I was like eight or nine. Need I mention he first pointed the barrel of the gun at his own freaking eye? Uh huh, he was crazy even back then. But even stupider when he actually took a shot…nicked a can…and then did a stupid dance because he hit the can and the gun went off again.”
“It was just a fucking scratch on your calf,” Colt grumbles before he adds underneath his breath, “And it wasn’t a stupid dance.”
We manage to distract her some more during the time it takes for the doctor to take out the bullet, clean the wound, and bandage her up. She’s resting on the couch when the doc checks out my forearm.
I decide to carry her into the room I still have here at the clubhouse. It’s safer after the shit that happened and I expect Colt is looking after Kay but right now all my attention goes to my woman.
From what I’ve been told, the drivers of the two cars are both dead and their cars have been towed and taken apart at the junkyard we own. Neo and Chip. And it’s weird as fuck these two came after us with cars instead of their bikes, but maybe they thought they’d have a better chance shooting Kay, or any one of us.
It’s a good thing they’re both dead seeing they were the reason Kay needed to be protected. Though, what happened back at the diner with Cannon is fucking concerning. And probably the reason why Neo and Chip showed up here, following that fucker Cannon and leading them straight to Kay. But for now, we’re all safe and out of immediate danger.
I want a damn shower but it will have to wait. Laying in my bed, holding my woman close while every breath I take fills my lungs with her scent, is all my heart desires. Her breathing evens out and I nuzzle her hair.
Today could have ended in so many hollow ways and yet I can’t find it in me to glance back at the turmoil of events. The here and now is much better and I’ll make damn fucking sure the future will look even brighter.
Her breath fans over my bare chest as I close my eyes and feel her body heating mine. It’s in hard times you realize the value of life and what lifts you up or drags you down. And one thing’s for sure, this woman holds my heart.
Not only holds it but fucking stole it for safekeeping, making sure it was imprisoned with hers so they could beat as one and never be fucking lonely. In full contentment I let myself drift off to sleep.
It’s late morning when we both slowly awake. I simply reach for the remote and flip the TV on. Like hell am I leaving this bed. The only thing necessary is making sure the both of us have a quick bathroom break–with me carrying Mayven into the bathroom to handle her business in private–and texting a prospect to make sure we get some fresh coffee.
The day after that is no different. Mayven needs to keep her leg elevated and rested. And as long as I have my woman in my bed, you won’t ever hear me complain. But when day three comes I’m itching to get to work.
I’ve always been one to keep busy and I actually miss working with the horses as well as the pain in the ass Longhorns. Mayven has crutches and can move around but she’s settled for sitting on the couch in the clubhouse along with Kay who seems nervous.
Colt stalks out of the hallway and heads for Kay. He leans in and whispers something. Kay shoves him away and glares at him. He merely chuckles and strolls my way. Over
