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“You sure?” Frank questions. “You’re doctors, not security guards. I should remove him from the premises since that’s my job.”

“Nah. If he was walking, he must need a ride,” Weston comments. “We don’t want him doing that again and possibly losing consciousness. Especially since he’s got something going on but has refused medical attention. My brothers are here, we’ll happily take him to his destination so he’s not loitering.”

“Your brothers, huh?” Frank has suspicion written all over him before he decides it’s not worth it. “If you’re sure, I’ll be going to the break room and grabbing a cup of coffee. It should take me a good thirty minutes since I’m feeling rather decrepit today.”

I snort because even though Frank is older than both me and Weston, he’s far from the stereotypical security guard. He’s still fit and in good shape and is one of the reasons we seldom have issues down in the emergency room. The younger guys all look up to him and do their best to emulate how he handles the various situations that come up from time to time. I’m willing to bet that by the time hedoesretire, the crew he’s training will be more than ready.

“Here,” Weston says, digging in his pocket and pulling out a few twenties. “Why don’t you let us buy you dinner from the cafeteria so you can rest? Take your time, Frank. Nothing’s gonna happen while you’re taking a break. If I see anyone roaming around while heading out to my bike, I’ll take care of them.”

“I could use a little down time,” Frank says, rubbing the stubble on his chin. “Guess I could take my time. Say, an hour?”

“An hour would be perfect,” Weston responds.

“Here,” I pipe up. “Sir, since you passed out, the rules and hospital regulations state that you have to leave in a wheelchair. Why don’t I roll you out?”

“Foxy,” Weston growls. “You’re pushing it.”

“Not yet, but I’m fixing to,” I sass, placing my hands on the handle and releasing the locks. “Ready?” I bat my eyelashes at my man, waiting for him to get the lead out and escort me out.

“Really, I’m fine. I can walk on my own,” the stupid man insists. “I just got lightheaded for a moment.”

I roll my eyes because as doctors, we’re trained to evaluate people at a glance. While wedouse medical instruments such as stethoscopes and blood pressure cuffs, just looking at this guy, I know he’s in no distress whatsoever. His color is good, his respirations don’t sound off, and the pulse beating at his neck is steady.

“Sit,” Weston barks as we enter the circle of motorcycles. “Fellas, found out what happened to Frank.”

As he relays the story, the brothers agree that this man in the chair was Ji’s fall guy. I keep my hand pressed down on his shoulder blade, using my fingers to pinch the nerve there so he stays put. When the guy goes to spill some nonsense, I bend over and place my finger over my lips, shushing him. He clamps his lips closed but doesn’t look pleased about doing it.

“Good boy,” I mock praise him. He squirms a little more, but other than that, he doesn’t move a single muscle.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-ONE

Saber

“What doyou think about this one?” I inquire as Foxy and I tour a double wide mobile home that has four bedrooms and two separate living spaces. “There’s plenty of room for everyone to stretch out.”

“Hmm?” she distractedly asks.

“Where’s your head, Foxy Roxy?”

“Someplace it doesn’t belong,” she clarifies. “I’m worried, Weston. Should you be with Wrecker? He looked a little… delighted I guess is the word I’m looking for when we left him with wheelchair man.”

“Foxy, it’s club business and I wouldn’t be here with you if he didn’t have brothers with him,” I remind her. “There are some things you’re better off not knowing.”

“I know,” she grumbles. “But they’re our family and Wrecker helped us find our way back to each other. I don’t want him to lose himself while ‘getting his pound of flesh’.” Her repeating as well as air quoting my prior words has me chuckling. “As long as he’s not alone, I’ll let it go.”

Her pouting is cute but I don’t let it show because it may encourage her. “You didn’t answer me, Foxy.”

“About what, Weston?”

“This place. What do you think about it? Will it work for us?” I probe.

“Well, we’ll have an extra room that we can turn into our office, two different living spaces so if Egypt and I want to watch chick flicks we can while y’all watch sports or some shit in the other one and we won’t be arguing over who gets their way,” she replies. “The master bathroom isn’t too bad and the rooms have plenty of closet space. Plus, I like the built-in bookshelves in the one living area that has the fireplace. I could see us making that the family room and the extra one we can let the kids have.”

I know I’m about to have her laughing her ass off as I ask, “And where will the Christmas tree go?”

“The Christmastrees,” she replies, emphasizing that it’s going to be plural, “will be in both living spaces, plus the kids might want a small one in their room. Not to mention, while I don’t need the whole shebang in the master bedroom, I would like to put up Christmas lights around the headboard. I think that would be nice and cozy during the holidays.”

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