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“I meant your neck from standing examining all those patients today. But feel free to examine me if you want, I need me some tender lovin’ care from Nurse Carpenter.”

Her eyes traveled down to my groin. At the thought of some shower time fun my cock had wanted to get involved and was making its presence known. “Looks like you have a nasty swelling there.”

I leaned back on the sofa, “It wasn’t there a moment ago, maybe you need to check it out?”

In one swift movement she’d swung her leg over me and was straddling my lap, I cupped her ass with my hands and looked up at her, “We good babe?”

She leaned down until her mouth was inches from mine, “More than good.”

Chapter Thirty

Laura

I woke up early feeling refreshed and not a little stiff after last night’s make up sex. Hawk had to leave early and go to the clubhouse. He didn’t say what it was about, but I had a feeling it had something to do with Eric’s evidence file.

I’d turned over what he’d said about it being Eric’s doing in my mind, but I couldn’t believe him. Eric was a cop for crying out loud! I hated him, and sure, I could see him using evidence he’d gotten on the Steel Demons MC to try and turn me against Hawk—but I really didn’t think that he’d go so far as to try and spread rumors about Hawk being an informant. It seemed so damn petty.

I had the day off work today, though it was going to be spent stuck indoors. One thing that Hawk did tell me, was that he was going to see if Los Ochos would call off the hit. He couldn’t prove he wasn’t an informant, but the fact that no one had arrested them for the murder of Mark Winchester surely proved that I wasn’t talking.

As I got breakfast ready, I glanced at the photographs still scattered on the coffee table. I believed Hawk when he said that they weren’t how they looked. But I also knew that he was a criminal, even if he had limits as to what he would do. If our relationship was going to come to anything then I needed to accept this.

I froze when the doorbell rang, I wasn’t expecting any visitors. Hawk had said that as Los Ochos’s preferred method of dealing with people was drive-bys, I should be safe so long as I stayed in the house until he returned. I stared at the door half expecting it to burst open and let my enemies inside. The doorbell rang again, and a small squeak escaped. “I know you’re in there, Laura. I can smell the spicy sausage links and I hope you have enough for two.”

“Kristy?” I rushed to the door, and when I opened it, there was my best friend. “Kristy!” I wrapped her in a hug and held her tight. “What are you doing here? I thought they were keeping you in all weekend.”

“Two reasons,” she answered when she pulled back and brushed past me as she made her way to the kitchen. “First, because I’m free! I haven’t gotten any answers yet, but I will, and I figured I’d spend some time with my bestie. Just in time for breakfast too, by the looks of things.”

I watched her with a smile on my face, so happy to see her out of the hospital and smiling. “You said two reasons.”

“Yeah, I did, didn’t I?” She turned with a mischievous smile.

“You did,” I replied, and folded my arms.

“The other reason is I’m worried about you. I spoke to Hawk yesterday, did he tell you?”

I nodded.

“So how are things between you?” she said and picked up some scrambled eggs with her fingers. “For the record, I like him, and I can’t believe you’re listening to Eric. Again.”

“Things are okay, I’m not happy about what he does, but I believe him about what he doesn’t do.”

“That’s a start,” my friend said with a cheery smile.

“He said some things about Eric, saying that Eric was behind some rumors.” I stopped, if I was going to be with Hawk, then I had to accept all sides of him. I took a breath, “Basically, word on the street is that Hawk is a snitch. A police informant. That’s the reason Los Ochos went back on their word.”

“Wow!” Kristy said.

I pulled out a couple of plates from the cupboard and put them on the counter waiting to see if she had anything else to say. When she remained silent, I added the stinger, “Hawk thinks that it’s Eric who’s spreading the rumors.”

Finally she spoke, “I can totally see him doing it, the man is a prize asshat.”

“He wouldn’t,” I protested. “He couldn’t, I mean if he did know what was going on—and I have to assume that working in Organized Crime, he does—then surely, he’d know that it might put me in danger? That does not sound like the actions of a man who wants me back.”

“It sounds like the actions of a man who wants to hurt you by any means possible,” Kristy muttered as she piled all the food I’d made onto two plates.

I shook my head as I carried the plates through to the living room and put them on the coffee table, shoving the photographs aside.

With wide eyes, Kristy ignored the food and reached over for one of the photos. “So let’s see what Detective Asshole gave you.”

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