Page 74 of Look at Her and Die

“Where is this clubhouse that you’re taking me to?” I wondered.

“Forty-five minutes away or so,” he explained. “So that’s why I suggested eating in town first. I know it’s late.”

It was just past seven in the evening, and I’d been starving since I’d eaten breakfast—which arguably wasn’t very much.

Plus, I’d gone on a run today in the middle of the day and had yet to eat anything.

There was no food in the house, again.

Calliope and Kent ate like horses, and didn’t seem to understand that food didn’t just magically appear.

Though, Kent ate all the food because he knew that I’d gotten paid, and that we’d have enough food to go around now.

Calliope ate all the food because she didn’t fucking care.

That was another reason why I wanted to move out.

Eventually, Calliope would start catching on.

And then she’d start running her mouth.

The longer I could keep the asshole Taryn out of my business, the better.

Taco Bell was fantastic.

My belly was full of bean burrito as we finally pulled into the Truth Tellers clubhouse an hour later.

Posy pulled up to the front, then shut off the bike.

A chorus of ‘hey, Docs!’ came from all directions.

I smiled.

“Why do they call you Doc?” I asked.

I’d heard his club name, after all.

We’d run into quite a few Truth Tellers who stopped by randomly to visit with Doc, and they’d all referred to him by his club name.

However, I’d never gotten around to asking him why.

“Some will say it’s because of my paramedic background,” he said. “But it’s because I seem to ‘know everything.’”

I burst out laughing, tears filling my eyes at the hilarity.

“You do know everything,” I pointed out. “I asked you a few days ago how many acres you thought were on the moon, and you had an exact answer for me.”

He grinned.

“But this is the first time I’m hearing about you having a paramedic background,” I said. “Was that only in the military?”

He helped me off the bike, then took my helmet off before placing both his and mine on the seat of his bike before taking my hand and leading me through the maze of bikes to the front door.

“I actually do both,” he admitted. “Though, I only pick up a couple of night shifts a month to keep my license active at this point.”

“Wow,” I shook my head. “Where do you work?”

“Dallas Fire Department,” he answered. “You ready for this?”

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