Page 19 of Jana's Fierce Biker

Jana blinked, opened her eyes, and let them focus before looking around the room. She knew she was in the hospital, and her aches and pains had intensified. She expected that. It always happened where the pain was the worst, the second and third day after an injury like hers.

When she tried to move one of her hands, she felt a warm hand holding it. She carefully turned her head, and her eyes widened. Gunner was in one of the chairs that were uncomfortable for a regular-sized person, much less one as large as him. He had a blanket on him and was out cold. She could tell by the darkness under his eyes that he hadn’t gotten much sleep.

His grip tightened when she tried to pull it out from under his. Her gaze went to his face to see his eyes cracked open.

“Hi,” she said.

Gunner stretched, and Jana couldn’t help how her eyes swept over him. Even beaten, her body still craved his.

“Hi, yourself. I’m gone for three days, and you end up here,” he said and smiled. He sat forward and pushed the hair from her face. “I can’t leave you alone.”

She tried to smile but then winced when her bruised and cut lips pulled.

He sat his hand on top of her head. “Hey, don’t move. I hate seeing you in pain,” he whispered.

That was surprising. Although they’d been together a few times, it was always under bizarre circumstances—how he talked made it feel like they’d known each other for a while.

“What are you doing here?” she finally asked.

“Cody called the club and told my prez what happened. When we go out of town, we usually only have one person carry a phone. If Striker, my prez, thought it was critical enough, he would have contacted us.”

“I think Cody is the one that yelled. It made the guy run, and then Cody and your sister were making sure I was comfortable until the ambulance arrived.”

Gunner sighed dramatically. “That means I have to be nice to the little shit, doesn’t it?”

Jana pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. “I think so.”

Someone coughed across the room. That was when Jana saw the other guy.

Gunner followed her gaze. “That’s Sharp. He’s one of my brothers. Our prez doesn’t like us to leave the compound unless there are at least two of us.”

“Why?” she asked.

“We’ve had some problems lately, and he wants to keep us safe.”

“He sounds like a good leader.”

Gunner grinned. “We think so. How are you feeling?”

“I ache, but it could be worse. I don’t have any broken bones.”

“Did you recognize the guy?”

She swallowed. She hated talking about the attack, but she knew it was inevitable. “He was behind me the whole time, and I didn’t recognize his voice.”

“I think it’s right to assume the attack and the cat incident were the same guy. It’s too coincidental, and they happened a week apart,” Gunner said.

“I thought so, too.” Her eyes scanned his face, and his fatigue was evident. “Why don’t you go home? We can talk later.”

Gunner shook his head. “No. I’m here until you leave.”

“That could be another few days. That’s ridiculous. I’m perfectly fine.”

He snorted. “I don’t thinkfineis the word I’d use, but it doesn’t matter. We don’t know who’s stalking you, so I’ll be here to watch over you.”

Her heartbeat rose. She couldn’t believe he cared enough to want to do this, but she admitted to herself that she was glad. She hadn’t really relaxed since the attack. “Okay. Thank you.”

He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “You’re welcome. Now, get some sleep. It’s probably close to dinnertime here.”

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