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He rears back as if I slapped him, and pain flashes in his eyes, but he recovers so quickly that I convince myself I imagined it. “Touché.”
“You haven’t answered my question,” I remind him.
“I’m a single man with very little expenses,” he explains. “I’ve got plenty of money that I earned before I even patched in.”
My heart stutters on his admission that he’s single. Why, I don’t know, but there ya have it. “Okay.”
“What about you?” he asks, and when I wrinkle my forehead in confusion, he continues. “Are you single?”
“Does it matter?”
He seems to consider that for a moment before shrugging. “Guess not.”
“Look, I want to help. But this isn’t going to be a walk down memory lane or anything else related to our past, for that matter,” I tell him.
“Didn’t think it would be,” he mutters.
“Good. Now, my last condition.”
“I’m listening,” he replies sarcastically.
“I’ll be living in your mother’s house, but I still have mine. I’m gonna need help with keeping the lawn mowed and anything else that might need done while I’m gone. Can you handle that?”
“Can I handle all the things I should’ve been doing as your husband had you not broken things off?” he bites out. “Yeah, Em, I think I can fuckin’ handle that.” He arches a brow. “The question is, can you?”
I swallow past the lump in my throat.
Thatisthe question, isn’t it?
CHAPTER 7
GHOST
This is gonna be fucking hard as hell, isn’t it?
“Better hurry.”
I nod at Conner, one of the prospects, as I make my way through the common room of the clubhouse. After I left Ember at the coffee shop, I rode around for a while in an attempt to get my head on straight. I was so caught up in my own shit that I forgot I had to be back for church.
“Sorry,” I say as I slide into my chair around the long conference table in the meeting room. “Got sidetracked.”
Crow glares at me, but he must see something in my expression because he doesn’t comment. Journey, our VP, has no such problem.
“Don’t let it fucking happen again,” he barks. “And you owe Stunner fifty bucks on your way out,” he says, referring to the fine for being late and our treasurer.
“Got it.”
“Now that we’re all here,” Crow begins. “Let’s run through our normal business, and then we’ll get to the epic shitstormbrewing on the streets.” He nods at Stunner to let him know he can present his report.
“The clinic is doing well,” Stunner states. “We might treat patients for free, but the donations continue to come in and more than keep it afloat.”
“But we could use a second doctor,” Jackyl, the club doc, adds. “Hell, even a nurse practitioner would be good.”
“Can we do that?” Crow asks Stunner.
The treasurer shrugs. “Don’t see why not. We’ve got the cash flow, and there’s certainly enough patients to justify it.”
Pres faces Jackyl. “Go ahead and start looking. I’ll leave the salary up to you and Stunner.”
