Page 10 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

I tell her, “Rulie is going to take me back to the clubhouse. They already have a sickroom set up for Tate.” To keep this shit from spreading, we put him in the empty quarters all the way in the back of the first floor. We’ve been taking turns dropping off fluids and over-the-counter medicines outside the door. The surly asshole has been sick for three days, so I assume that’s what I can expect. Fuck.

I promise to call her frequently, then Rulie helps me down to the garage and throws me in the backseat of my SUV. “You must be sick if you’re letting me drive,” he snorts, but the walk down has drained me. I don’t have the energy to respond.

The rest of the night is a blur. At some point, I crawl under the sheets and pass the fuck out. My body might be down for the count, but my mind still spends the night fantasizing about my girl’s luscious curves.

Over the next two days, I alternate between fighting off the flu and praying to die. Gloria keeps me hydrated and shoves fever medicine down my throat every now and then. “How’s Tate?” I ask her when she comes in to check on me.

“Annoying the hell out of us. We’re about to pull straws to see who can suffocate him with a pillow,” she teases, and I attempt to laugh but it hurts too much.

Sometime later, Rulie comes in and slaps my cellphone against my ear. “The little lady is worried you’re going to croak.” He rolls his eyes. “Reassure her we’re keeping you alive.”

“Hey, kitten.” God, my voice sounds like sandpaper. “I miss you,” I tell her.

“Are you okay?” Worry darkens her voice. “Do you need anything?”

“No, Rulie and Gloria are taking care of me.” We talk for a few minutes while I drink her in. I’ve been missing my little kitten. When my eyes begin to droop, I promise Hadley I’ll talk to her soon and reluctantly hang up.

That night, I sleep like the dead and wake up feeling much better, but three days of hell have left me weak as a newborn baby.

“Your little spitfire is demanding to talk to you.” Rulie walks into the bedroom and drops my laptop on the bed. “I told her you’d video conference her in thirty minutes. You’re fucking welcome for me thinking on my feet and giving you time to shower.” He fake shudders. “You look like hell warmed over.”

I flip him off before dragging my dead ass to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, I’m clean and totally exhausted. While I showered, Rulie put the laptop on my bed and set up the connection. Damn. I need to pay that man more.

After dropping into bed, I place the computer on my lap and dial Hadley. Her smiling face appears on the screen, and I instantly feel better. “Hey, kitten.”

“Hey there.” She leans closer. “Are you okay?”

“I’m back amongst the living.” I sigh.

“Do you want me to come over and take care of you?” I miss her like crazy, but the thought of her getting sick kills me. There’s no way I’ll expose her to this shit.

“I’m dying to see you, but I can’t take the chance of you catching this.” I refuse to let her come here while this shit is going through the house.

She argues, but I hold my ground. During my downtime, I’ve had a ton of time on my hands, and I did some thinking. I make plans to take Hadley on a little trip once I recover. Discovering my girl is a virgin turned on my territorial gene. I need to make her mine and mine alone, and then I want to tie her to me for life.

Over the next two days, my condition improves. I’m almost back to normal when Rulie and Gloria fall victim to the illness. Tate and I step in and take care of our friends while they suffer. Two weeks later, we declare the compoundflu-free. After all this time without my girl, I’m having major withdrawals.

Since Rulie and Gloria took care of us before catching the wretched illness, I arrange for them to have a two-week long vacation in Tahiti. My friends are very appreciative, but my brothers grumble over my generosity. They worry the clubhouse will fall apart without Gloria and Rulie. After telling the big toddlers to grow up, I add two days to the vacation.

CHAPTERTEN

HADLEY

After a long and busy week, I’m ready to have a couple of days off. There are two big weddings in Silver Spoon Falls this weekend, and we’ve been working overtime to get all the flowers ready. I’m also missing Cash like crazy. This week has been insane, and by the time we finish up in the evenings, all I want to do is drop into bed. When I talked to him last night, he promised me we would spend the entire weekend alone to make up for all the time we’ve been apart lately.

Petal Pushers is open until noon on Saturdays and closed on Sundays. Devin, our second part-time employee, only works on Saturday since she’s still in high school. Kyra and I alternate taking the four-hour weekend shift with Devin. Tomorrow is my day off, and I’m looking forward to spending time with Cash. He’s been hinting that he has something special planned this weekend, and I’m dying to see his surprise. Hopefully, it involves getting hot and heavy. I’ve been throwing out signs that I’m ready to take our relationship to the next level, but my handsome biker has been ignoring them. My girly parts are about to rebel if I don’t take matters into my own hands and jump him.

As we work on the last few arrangements, my twin keeps glancing over at me with a funny look in her eyes. She’s been teasing me about my sexual frustration the last few days, and I’m getting a little cranky over it.

“Okay.” I glare at her. “What is going on with you?” I can’t take it anymore. Twin sense tells me something is up with her.

“Nothing.” She shrugs and turns to finish the small bouquet.

After we close the shop, Kyra follows me up the stairs to our apartment. I gasp when I open the door and see a suitcase sitting in the front hall.

I look at my twin and point at the luggage. “What is that?”

“A suitcase.” She shrugs innocently.

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