Page 20 of Gunner

“Everything look ok, Haizley?”

I tore my gaze from the mirror and looked at Indie. Shaking my head, I laid back down and waited for her to finish.

“Ok, here we go.” She leaned in, getting a bird’s-eye view of my nether region and before I could think—

“FUCK!”

“All done. Just gonna put some saline on you and cool everything down. And add the bead.” Indie stood up, pulling the latex gloves from her hands. “How’re you feeling?”

“I... I’m not entirely sure.” I laughed.

The pain was strange. It hurt, where I’d been expecting more of a burn. But it was more soreness than actual pain.

“Ok, go grab a new pair of panties and some sweats. You are going to want to apply a saline solution two to three times a day until it is all healed. If you want, I can take a look at it in four weeks to see how it’s healing. You can also call me if it starts to feel weird.”

“How long will it take for it to fully heal?”

“Four to eight weeks.”

“Good God! Well, I guess this was the right time to do it, since I don’t have to worry about keeping anyone out of there,” I said with a laugh.

“You do have a point. Go get changed. I brought some wine.”

After quickly getting dressed, I opened the bottle of wine while Indie and I waited for the pizza.

“How you doing over there?” she asked with a grin.

“Not too bad. I am walking a little gingerly and sitting is an experience.” I laughed.

She went over all the aftercare instructions and once the pizza arrived, we spent the next few hours getting to know each other.

It was nice to have someone close.

I loved Missy and she would always be my best friend, but it was hard having her so far away.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Gunner?” Indie asked as she took a bite of pizza.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on. The way you two were in the shop. That wasn’t just nerves from having people around. That was nerves from having the sexy biker giant knowing why you were there.”

Shaking my head, I protested, “No, really, there isn’t anything going on. I was at the bar a few weeks ago and I tried to talk to Cash. Well, Gunner thought I was hitting on him, so we didn’t exactly become besties.”

“Were you?”

“Was I what?”

“Hitting on Cash? No judgment. The man is fine.”

“His girlfriend just died.”

“I know, which is why I asked. Again, no judgment, just curious, then again, forget I asked. Thelma would never go for a guy while he was grieving. That is definitely more a Louise thing to do.”

I threw my napkin at her and winced.

“I saw him sitting alone, and I just wanted to reach out. The curse of being a therapist. Always wanting to help people.”

Indie stiffened, then relaxed so quickly I almost missed it.

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