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Razor rubbed his hand over his face. Walking back down that driveway to wait for Vex last night had challenged his strong need to take care of the precious woman he’d set inside the door. He wouldn’t rush this. Honey didn’t see herself as desirable. Razor had no problem proving that to her.
Picking up his phone, he texted, I hope you slept well, Little girl.
Three dots appeared and vanished several times, and he guessed she couldn’t figure out how to answer him. Finally, she sent, Yes.
Are you working today?
From nine to five.
Her answers were short. Hmm.
Can I pick you up at home at six for dinner and a movie?
Yes, please.
He’d take that short, positive response. At least she hadn’t run away. He suspected Honey wanted to protect herself in case he canceled or messed with her. Razor wasn’t a jerk. He’d make sure she had all the information she needed to understand she could rely on him.
It’s a date, Honey.
She sent him back a thumbs-up emoji. A few seconds later, it changed to a heart. He returned the heart, feeling like a school kid with a crush. Razor shook his head, laughing at himself.
His academic training hadn’t included the use of emojis. His parents had recognized him as gifted from a young age and had challenged him immediately. Razor remembered the fun games they’d set up for him to train his memory and expand his knowledge.
Advancing quickly through elementary and middle school, Razor knew more about math and science than his teachers. Yet his mother had stressed that learning how to interact with others was as important as creating a new strain of peptides to target healing speed.
With his mother’s guidance, Razor had developed social skills. He quickly helped people figure out that having a friend around who could solve an algebra problem at a glance or recite historical events came in handy. Many teachers, however, found a super-brainiac student intimidating and were glad when he finished the textbook and advanced to another grade.
He had two degrees because they wouldn’t allow a fourteen-year-old to undertake a medical residency. Having enjoyed psychology as much as his anatomy classes, Razor got a doctoral degree in that subject before pursuing medical school. His intensive study of the brain and human nature had come in handy many times in his medical career.
After kicking off the covers, Razor forced himself out of bed. Lucien had messaged that he wanted to see Razor before the morning crew rolled in to work in the warehouse. He couldn’t be late when the MC president requested to meet with him.
He glanced at his reflection as he strolled through the bathroom into the walk-in shower. Razor had slept in the nude for as long as he could remember. Getting tangled up in the sheets was bad enough. Having your junk roughed up by sleep pants or boxers sucked.
Seeing his reflection in the mirror, Razor turned sideways and sucked his stomach in. His six-pack still stood out on his abdomen, but he’d do a few additional sit-ups at the gym. A Daddy wants to look his best. Razor grinned at his image.
He couldn’t believe he’d found her. She’d been to Inferno before, and he’d missed connecting with her. As much as he hated that she’d fallen, the tumble had brought them together. He laughed aloud as he spotted the fuzz on his ass. Who could have known he’d tell a woman about his butt to reassure her?
Thank goodness the Devil Daddies hadn’t heard that statement. He’d never hear the end of the ribbing. Lifting weights with the club had bonded Razor with the group. Never a member of an athletic team, Razor hadn’t felt the ties that many did growing up. The older kids outweighed him throughout his high school and undergrad years. Razor had joined his father religiously in their garage exercise area. Working out helped him think through complex problems and kept his head screwed on right.
He continued into the large walk-in shower and flipped on the cold water. Dipping his head underneath the frigid spray, Razor woke himself up completely. He shook the excess moisture from his hair before wiping the remaining drops off. As he used his bodywash, Razor started a list in his mind of supplies he needed to stock in the house for Honey.
“Whoa,” he said aloud. She could always decide he wasn’t right to be her Daddy. He switched to all the questions he wanted to ask her. Razor couldn’t wait to find out more about her. He already knew the most important things. She’d admitted she was Little, and she’d responded to his kisses eagerly. Honey seemed as into him as he was into her.
In twenty minutes, he walked out to his bike in the garage. If he left now, he could grab a cup of coffee in the break area of the warehouse before his appointment with Lucien. He pulled on his helmet and strapped it on carefully. Funny how meeting his Little made him more aware of safety precautions.
Merging onto the public road leading to Inferno, Razor steered the bike through the early Saturday traffic. A few people were out and about to beat the rush. Lucien’s teams worked 24/7. Razor didn’t know how the MC president coordinated everything.
He parked his bike in his usual spot next to the first warehouse and the gate to the rear entrance of Inferno. Leaving his helmet on his seat, Razor walked into the warehouse to find some caffeine.
“Razor! We need you!”
Damn, I should have grabbed my bag. Racing toward the voice, Razor answered the shout with adrenaline pumping into his system. “Where are you?”
“Row J. Stab wound.”
Razor sped past the aisles, reciting the alphabet automatically in his head. D. E. F. He didn’t waste time or energy to ask questions. He’d deal with whatever happened. Between the machinery and the outside skirmishes the motorcycle club members got into, Razor wasn’t surprised at the emergency. Still, he mentally crossed his fingers, hoping whatever he found on row J didn’t endanger anyone’s life.
H. I. J! He turned and spotted a cluster of guys circled around someone on the floor. As he got closer, he could see Vex’s face contorted with pain. He needed his supplies.
