Page 30 of Justice

My first thought is she’s young and, holy shit, she is beautiful. She has light brown hair with blonde highlights blended in, and large green eyes.

“Hi! I’m Dr. Beckham.” She smiles and it lights up her face, and I immediately feel comfortable around her. “Since we sort of know each other, call me Meadow.”

“It’s nice to see you again,” I tell her, and she shakes my hand then everyone else’s in the room before stopping before Mason, her eyes going wide.

He stands up, eyeing her from the tip of her toes to the top of her head, and boy is it intense. “It’s very nice to see you, Meadow.

His voice is very deep, gravelly, and it’s shocking when it comes out because he doesn’t speak very much.

Her face reddens slightly at his attention as he lifts her hand up to kiss the back of it. She clears her throat, her hand stillin his. “It’s nice to meet you,” she almost stutters out before correcting herself.

I look around the room to see if the others are witnessing this, while Mason just stares at her intensely.

My mom is covering her mouth, trying not to laugh, my dad is grinning, and Christopher is chuckling under his breath.

Meadow finally slides her hand out from under his and turns to me, going back into professional mode. “Can I have the room empty with just our patient here? I’m going to exam her, if that’s okay with everyone?”

My dad and Mason leave the room in a rush, almost colliding with each other to race out the door.

I burst out laughing at their antics.

My mom and Christopher stay with me.

She gives me a soft look and takes my hand sweetly. I can see the resemblance between her and her mom now that she’s closer.

“I understand you’ve had a horrible ordeal, and I want to apologize for the things that’s happened. I hope I can help you feel better,” she says.

“Thank you for that. I’m feeling much better.” The weight of the world is slowly slipping off my shoulders now that things are looking up.

She pats my hand before letting me go and lifts her iPad to look over something. “I have gone over all of your tests and everything is much better, but I just want to physically examine you with your permission,” she asks.

I fall in love with her at her consideration. She is so sweet and I feel better knowing that our families have ties to each other’s. Her dad is Liam, who is a member of the Devil Souls MC. He is a very intimidating guy from what I remember, and her grandpa is the vice president.

“Sure.” I scooch down the bed so she has easier access and she pulls out the stirrups, lowering the bottom half of the bed.

I turn my head to the side so I’m looking at Christopher, not liking this part. He caresses the side of my face, running his thumb over my cheekbone.

A few minutes pass. “Everything looks amazing.” Meadow pulls my gown down and pulls my blanket, then fixes the bed back so I can relax. She rolls back in her chair. “We have a couple of options for you.” She lifts her tablet and adds in some information.“I do home visits, which is rare, I know, but I do. Homebirths are also an option, if that’s something you want to do. I have moved to the outskirts of town, so it’s easy to get to your place, if that’s what you want,” she offers.

I really love that idea. I’d feel so much safer at home considering someone is obviously trying to hurt me. “I would love to go home, if you could come to our place?” I’m so ready to get out of here and into my bed to actually sleep.

She smiles. “I can do that. I want to run another round of labs to be on the safe side while you’re still here. If it’s all good then I can send you home.”

“Sure, go ahead.” I lift my arm out for her. She takes my blood herself.

“I will personally handle this under the circumstances,” she reassures us, then leaves the room with the promise that she will be back soon.

Mason walks back in and lets out a deep breath. “I’m fucked.” He looks down the hallway, watching Meadow leave and standing there like a creeper.

We all burst out laughing. “We noticed when you almost swallowed your tongue, brother,” Christopher says, and we laugh louder.

“She is really pretty,” I add, smirking.

“She’s beautiful,” he corrects me.

“She is going to be over at the house later this evening if I get to leave. She does house calls.” I give him a heads-up.

I can see his mind is running a hundred miles a minute. “Do you care if I use your kitchen?” he asks.

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