Page 150 of Snared Rider

“I’ll be fine here. Tap’ll stay with me until I’m discharged. As soon as that happens I’ll come to you.” He gives me a smile. This makes me feel a little better, although not much. I don’t know why but the thought of being apart from him scares me to death. It’s bizarre and does not make any sense, but I can’t help it.

“But—”

“Please, don’t argue this.”

I stare at him and see how serious he is. Then I let out a low breath.

“Fine.” I kiss him hard and wet. I don’t care that Wade is watching, or that I might be making him uncomfortable. I kiss Logan like this might be our last kiss, because it feels like it.

Then, I slowly push up from the chair, mindful of my injuries. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” He juts his chin at Wade. “Be careful with my woman.”

Wade grins a little and so do I. I like hearing Logan call me his.

“Always, brother.”

I take a final look at him, then I duck around the curtain, Wade on my heels.

And my anxiety hits me full force.

I don’t want to leave Logan. It feels wrong, particularly when he’s hurt and vulnerable.

I’m being ridiculous. It will only be for a short time. But unease fills me and I can’t pinpoint why.

Wade walks at my side in silence as we move across the accident unit’s main treatment area. There are numerous cubicles, some with curtains pulled around, some open so the patient can see across the floor. Nurses and doctors buzz back and forth with a sense of frenetic calm.

As we head towards the corridor which leads back to the main waiting area, Wade finally speaks, “So, you and Logan, huh?”

I slide a glance in his direction. Like most of the Lost Saxons boys, Wade is big—bodybuilder big. His brown hair is pulled into a bun at the nape of his neck, and his kutte looks worn but newer than some of the other men’s. He’s a quiet man, which is at odds with most of the brothers. I wonder if that is just who Wade is, or if his quietness is because he doesn’t know me well yet.

“So, me and Logan,” I repeat his words with a smile.

“That throw down between him and Dean makes a fuck of a lot more sense now.”

I roll my eyes. “That throw down should never have happened. Dean needs to remember that he’s not my personal champion.”

Wade snorts at my choice of words as he leads me into the waiting room. The chairs are all filled, despite the fact it’s the middle of day. I spot Tap instantly. He’s hard to miss because he’s leaning against the wall completely alone. It’s like there is an imaginary safe zone around him that the civilians can’t cross. This both annoys me and cuts me, because Tap is a good man. He drinks too much and swears more than any other person on the planet, but he has a good heart. I hate to see him treated like a pariah because of his tattoos and kutte.

If it bothers him, he doesn’t let on. As soon as he clocks Wade he pushes off the wall and straightens. Then, he crosses the room to us. The crowd of waiting patients parts like the Red Sea to let him pass. He doesn’t seem to notice this either.

Tap stops in front of us.

“How’re you doing, Beth?”

I force a smile. “I’ve been better, but I’ve been worse. You?”

“The same,” he tells me and I can believe it. There are black smudges under his eyes and his face looks drawn. His eyes flick towards Wade. “How’s the patient?”

“Losing patience,” Wade grunts.

Tap scratches his head and sighs. “I don’t doubt that. That boy never had an ounce of patience, even as a kid.” His gaze zeroes in on me. “So, you and Harlow?”

The change in conversation takes me by surprise.

“Uh… what?”

“You and Logan… you’re together?”

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