Page 86 of Choosing My Happiness
“Go, be safe,” Daisy whispered. I reluctantly stood up and straightened my shoulders, then nodded at her before leaving.
It was late by the time the job was done. The owner of the little pink car was on her way to the hospital for observation. It was such a shame that she and her abusive boyfriend—who was driving the car at the time it crashed into Horse—were caught in a shootout when a drug bust went wrong. She was fine, her boyfriend not so much. Bear was still the master marksman, despite being disappointed by the weapons on offer.
The club dropped me back at Daisy’s apartment, but a quick look around outside told me she wasn’t home. Her car wasgone, and judging by the time, she’d gone to work. I huffed my frustration out as I punched in the entry code. I walked in to find she’d cooked up dinner for Bear and me, sitting in two Tupperware dishes with a note on top.
Take these home. I’ll come and pick them up later xx Daisy xx
I couldn’t help the smile that crept across my face. I wrote a note back.
Don’t take too long, miss you.
I picked up the containers and locked up the apartment, then went down to where Bear was waiting in the truck with Tinker.
“Here, Daisy made us dinner,” I said, handing a container to Bear. He grunted his appreciation, a small smile softening his eyes.
Tinker ducked his head down and checked out the street view of the apartment complex.
“This where Daisy lives?”
“Yeah.”
Tinker started taking off his seatbelt.
“Where’re you going?” I asked.
Tinker’s beard bristled. “To say hi to my daughter-in-law,” he snapped.
I laughed. “She’s not in there, old man. She’s at the hospital.”
The bristling changed to worry. “What’s she doing there?”
“She works there. She’s a nurse. Fucking good one,” Bear interjected before Tinker got too riled up.
The old man paused. “She’s a nurse?”
I chuckled. “You didn’t really think she’d be doing nothing for four years, did you? She got herself a scholarship, aced her classes, and was first pick for graduate positions.” I patted him on the shoulder as I saw the pride lift him up.
“My baby girl is a nurse,” he muttered.
“Yeah, can we go see her and Horse now?” Bear complained. He was still agitated after the job today.
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Chapter 61: Jim
Whatever luck I had that was causing me to stay longer with Daisy was gone by the time we got to the hospital. Horse had woken up and was creating a scene. He wanted to discharge himself and come home. God knows why. I ran my hands over my head as I took in his grumpy pale face on the bed.
I pointed at Bear. “Talk some sense into him.” Then I walked out to the nurses station to find someone to talk to.
I knew I had to go home. I had contracts I had to fulfill, and houses to wire up, but I figured I could have used Horse as a cover at least one more time, to visit Daisy. Despite Bear’s reaction, or non-reaction, to seeing Daisy and I together, I knew there would still be a portion of the club who would be offended at me stealing a brother’s ol’lady. It would be better if Blaze just signed those fucking divorce papers and let us move on. Then at least we’d have something. As it was, the fact that Daisy had leftfour years ago and stayed away was the only thing that counted in our favor.
I stomped outside for a bit of fresh air, seeing as I couldn’t find anyone. It seemed a few others had the same idea. There were groups of people chatting under the lights. Not quite the peace and quiet that I needed, to get rid of the agitation under my skin.
Someone called my name, and Daisy moved out of the shadows. She looked shaken. I frowned and went to her. “What happened? You okay?” I asked as I folded myself around her.
“Yeah, just cranky patients not taking their meds, then complaining about being brought in.” She sighed as I felt her arms come around my waist and her head rest on my chest. I felt at peace.
Daisy drew in a deep breath. “I got a call from my lawyer. The court date for the divorce hearing is in six weeks. If Blaze agrees, it’ll be done and dusted. If he doesn’t, I guess it’ll drag on, but he’ll have to provide evidence on what he disagrees with.”
