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“Nope. You’re coming home with me, Little girl. I’ll help you. We’ll see if a kneeler scooter would work for you for a couple of days or if a wheelchair would be better. I don’t want you putting any weight on that ankle.”
“Not the wheelchair!” burst from her lips. He could tell from her expression that she feared having to use that device.
“We’ll try the scooter first. It requires some balance. I’ll help you practice. I have some tricks.”
She smiled at him. “Thanks.”
“Of course. I’m going to wrap that ankle to give it some support, and we’ll head home.”
Her stomach growled loudly. “Would you move my car, or can I leave it in the parking lot?”
“I’ll drive your Honeymobile home.”
“Honeymobile?” she repeated.
“I figured you bought a beige car to match your name.” Razor winked at her surprised expression. “You didn’t plan that?”
“No. My last car was yellow. Wait! That could be honey too.” Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. “You’re not psychoanalyzing me, are you? Do you think I have some kind of natural sugar fetish?”
He laughed. “Sweetheart, if you have a honey kink, I can’t wait to explore that. I’ll order some rubber sheets.”
When her expression didn’t lighten, he knew his degree bothered her. It made a lot of people uncomfortable. He understood their feelings completely. No one wanted to think someone could figure out their inner secrets.
“I don’t go around searching for mental problems in the people in my life. If there’s something you want to talk to me about, I’m always glad to help you work through whatever is bothering you, but I’d never psychoanalyze you. That’s a huge invasion of your privacy.”
“Really?”
“I also make it a policy to never lie to anyone—especially my Little girl. There’s no future in that, and I plan to keep you.”
When she nodded and smiled a bit, he suggested, “How about if I wrap your ankle and we go have lunch at Inferno before I take you home? Are you as hungry as your stomach says?”
Her tummy grumbled at his suggestion.
“I smashed my sandwich when I fell.”
“I bet the cooks at Inferno can create an even better one for you.”
Chapter 11
“Okay, sweetheart. Here’s our booth.” Razor set Honey on the bench seat before sliding in on the other side. “Let’s prop your ankle up.” He lifted her foot onto the seat next to him and draped a fresh ice pack over her ankle.
Razor had already flagged down the server to order a couple of burgers and fries. He wanted to get something in her tummy to help offset her grogginess from the pain medicine he’d given her. A never-ending parade of MC members working stopped by to greet Honey, including Scythe, who returned her key fob. Razor knew they were memorizing her face so they could watch out for his Little girl in the future. He appreciated their efforts while bristling at the interruptions of his time with Honey.
“Don’t growl at them,” Honey whispered after Dead Eye walked away.
“Sorry. I don’t share well. I’m an only child.”
“Really?”
“No. I have four sisters.”
“No way. Younger or older?”
“They’re all younger by about ten years. I think I scared my parents into no sex for a long time.”
“Really?” she squeaked again, and the sound delighted him. She was irresistible. And his.
“No. My parents are very much in love to this day. They are great role models for maintaining both an emotional and a physical relationship.”
