Page 49 of Gunner

“What the fuck did you do?” Bane asked, his bedside manner worse than Patch’s.

“Hot coffee.”

Bane eyed me curiously.

“You forget you’re supposed to drink it, and not wear it?”

“Fuck you. Someone threw it at me.”

“Who?” King growled.

“How bad is it?” I asked, ignoring King’s question.

“A couple of small blisters. Right in the center could be a second-degree burn, but it’s a small area. Most of it is just irritated. I can go down and see if Patch has cream. If not, you’ll need to run to the pharmacy.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, looking at the burn on my chest.

“Piss off your old lady?”

My head snapped up. “What?”

Bane just shook his head and left the room.

“What the fuck did you do now? I told you to stop following the fucking shrink.” King stood there, arms folded over his chest.

“I wasn’t following her. She came out of the coffee shop, and I was there.”

“Before or after you watched her walk in there?”

I sighed in defeat, knowing King wouldn’t give up until I told him the truth.

“I was in my shop and saw her go in. I just wanted to talk to her for a minute.”

King walked over and poured two cups of coffee. Setting them on the table, he sat down and pointed to the chair across from me.

I slumped into the chair and brought the hot coffee to my lips. Though, you would think I would hesitate after just being burned.

“What is goin’ on with this chick?”

“Fuck if I know,” I admitted. I set my cup down and looked at my president. “Doesn’t it make you want more?”

“What?” he asked, but he dropped his eyes. He knew what I meant, but if I had to, I would say the words.

“Losing Rachel.”

King leaned his elbows on the table. “I wanted to start this chapter to get out of the shit we were doing in Arkansas. I hadn’t thought beyond that.”

“Until?”

He looked up at me and I nodded. Until Grace.

“You can have her.”

We all knew there was something. Even a blind man could see what was going on with them.

“Not in the cards.”

“Just her, or at all?”

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