Page 20 of Doc's Decision

He swallows it without much fuss, used to the routine by now. “That’s a good boy.”

Setting Shnookums back down gently on his favorite pillow, I head into the kitchen to check on the stuffing.

I pull the stuffing out of the oven, the savory aroma of sage and thyme wafting through my kitchen.

As I set the hot pan on the stove to cool, my mind drifts back to Doc, like it has been constantly the past couple of weeks.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, realizing I almost let the last batch of stuffing burn while spacing out thinking about him again.

Get it together, Mandy.

I grab some tins and start scooping the stuffing into them to bring to the clubhouse for Thanksgiving dinner.

They’ll feed the whole rowdy Reapers Rejects crew and then some.

I check the time and curse. I still need to get dressed and go over to the clubhouse.

In my bedroom, I slip into a black lace bra and panty set, the material smooth against my skin.

Over that goes a pair of tight suede bell bottoms that hug my ass just right and a low-cut black top.

I quickly run a curling iron through my hair, creating loose, sexy waves.

Some gold jewelry and I’m ready to roll.

I stack up the tins of stuffing in insulated bags and head out to my car.

The whole drive over to the clubhouse, I can’t stop imagining how it will feel to see Doc today.

Will it be awkward?

Will he avoid me?

Or will he finally say something about that kiss and what it meant?

My heart races as I pull up to the gate, and Shiver lets me through with a nod.

I park and grab the heavy bags of food from my backseat.

Kade, one of the older members, calls out as I’m struggling to juggle the tins, “Need a hand with those, darlin’?”

I huff, blowing a strand of hair out of my face. “That’d be great, thanks.”

Kade grins and opens the clubhouse door.

“Hey, Doc! Get your ass out here,” Kade hollers inside. “Your girl needs some help!”

My stomach flips at his words—your girl.

If only.

A second later, Doc himself appears, his green eyes flashing in the sunlight as they land on me.

He jogs over and grabs the bags from my arms, his fingers grazing mine briefly. I suppress a shiver.

“Thanks,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

Orion and Fate come tearing out of the clubhouse, shrieking with laughter.

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