Page 15 of Gunner

“Huh?”

King and the others stared at me from around the table in church.

I had forgotten where I was, getting so caught up in my thoughts and questions about Haizley.

“What the fuck is up with you lately?”

“What do you mean?”

What the hell? I was here. I was always available at the drop of a hat. No one was more loyal to the club.

“You’re distracted. You’re hardly ever here. What the fuck are you up to?”

“Maybe he needs a therapist,” Cash grumbled.

“Fuck you, Cash.”

“Seriously, Gunner. What’s goin’ on? Beck said you offered to pick up some groceries for her the other day.”

I looked at Blade.

“Why is that weird? I was going by the store and thought she might need something.”

“’Cuz you ain’t nice,” Jingles commented.

“What the fuck? I am too nice.”

They all gave methatlook. You know, the one that says don’t bullshit a bullshitter. And maybe they weren’t wrong.

Relenting with a heavy sigh, I confessed, “I needed a reason to go into the store.”

I heard Nav clicking away on his computer, and then the front of the store was on the large screen at the front of the room.

I watched as Haizley entered the building, and I followed a moment or two later.

“Is that the woman from the bar? The fucking shrink?” Cash asked.

Fuck.

I stared at the screen as it switched to the inside of Manny’s. Nav had access to the footage because as another source of income, the club helped local businesses with their security.

Thank God there was no sound.

My brothers watched as I grabbed her arm and then immediately let go. They all turned away from the screen to glare at me.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you two? Who is this woman?” King barked at both Cash and me.

“That’s Haizley Walker. She was two years ahead of me in school. She grew up in Diamond Creek. A car accident killed her parents when she was sixteen, and she convinced Sheriff Jones to let her avoid the system and live alone in her house,” Blade informed us.

Nav was busy banging away before he came up with more information.

“Looks like she got a full ride scholarship to college, got a degree in Psychology, and then came home to open her practice.”

“How can she have a practice? She never leaves her fucking house.”

“She sees clients online,” Nav noted.

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