Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Everyone does that every once in a while,” he stated.
I doubted everyone did it like me.
Ten
If I was a Care Bear, I’d have a taco on my belly.
—Chevy to Keely
CHEVY
“Maybe not like you,” I agreed with her. “But I’ve had some pretty gnarly episodes myself. Luckily no one was there to witness them.”
She sighed. “What are you doing here so late? Aren’t you usually here at the crack of dawn?”
Usually.
Only, I’d gotten a call last night that I needed to deal with, and I’d called another anesthesiologist to take over for me until I could get there this morning.
Dr. McCain had agreed, leaving me free to take care of business today.
I was tired as fuck, though, and hoped to catch a few hours in the breakroom between patients.
Hopefully no emergencies came in, giving me that time.
“Had something come up last night that I needed to take care of, and I just got back,” I explained.
“That explains the motorcycle stuff,” she teased as she walked.
Motorcycle stuff.
Gosh, I liked her.
She was so fuckin’ cute.
“Won’t do to be ridin’ around not protecting my body. My sister would lose her shit,” I admitted.
Had lost her shit enough that we’d gotten to the point where we just wore the gear so we didn’t piss her off.
Though, I was fairly sure I’d give my sister the world if she asked for it.
“Smart woman,” she said. “When I was ten or so, we were moving from Las Vegas to Texas, and we were driving along one of the major highways and we watched as some woman and man were riding and hit a slick patch of water or something. The bike went one way, and they went another. I remember being so in awe as they went sliding because their leather and helmet took the brunt of the impact. He had some patches on his back from where his leather jacket had ridden up and allowed the ground to get to the exposed skin. She was fine.”
“Your mom actually stopped?” I asked curiously.
“No,” she snorted. “She slowed down near the bike, I’m assuming to look for anything valuable. But it was completely torn to shreds. The man took his helmet off and went to crouch in front of the woman to make sure she was okay, and my mom drove out of there like our car was on fire.”
The story sounded familiar.
If I remembered correctly, Cakes had experienced something similar to that.
It also might explain the mother taking off if she had recognized Cakes and Cally.
Webber had some of his friends take care of the DNA test for him, but things were starting to add up the more I talked to Aella.
The DNA test would only confirm my suspicions.
“The more I learn about your mother, the more I don’t like her,” I admitted.
“Same.” She sighed.
I pressed the up button for the elevator, despite wanting to take the stairs, and she waved at me. “I’m taking the stairs.”
I followed her. “I was being a gentleman and taking the elevator with you because most women wouldn’t be taking the stairs.”
“I’m not most women,” she pointed out.
No. No, she was not.
I took the steps two at a time, like usual, and she took them at the speed of light, easily keeping up with me despite only taking one at a time.
By the time we got up to the surgery floor, we were both slightly breathless.
“You work out a lot?” I wondered.
“Not really,” she admitted. “I just get my exercise in when I can. There’s no time for exercise.”
I grinned. “There’s always time.”
“Well, between school and work and my side hustles, there’s really not.”
I wanted to know what her side hustles were so badly.
Though, I guess I did know one of them.
I’d overheard her talking to a fellow student a while back as she talked about her life, and how she sold feet pictures to get by.
I wasn’t necessarily a foot man, but the idea of some other dirtbag out there seeing her feet really fuckin’ pissed me off.
Two years ago when Aella had walked into my life, whether she knew it or not, she’d gained a stalker.
I watched her every chance I could get at work.
I even had Apollo find the website where she sold her feet pics so I could stalk her that way, too.
I was a goner for her, and she had no clue.
“Oh, thank God you’re here,” Dru called out the moment we made it into the nurses’ station. “I need you stat. I was just about to page you.”
“What’s going on?” I asked, immediately in work mode.
Aella took my leather jacket from me—I always left my Truth Tellers MC cut at home when I was working—and waved her hand.
I walked with Dru, boots, jeans and all, down the hall to a patient’s room.
“He came in yesterday for vomiting and nausea,” Dru explained. “He’s ten years old. The doctor on call kept him through the night, and he was supposed to be transferred to Children’s in a couple of hours. They suspected appendicitis. Anyway, long story short, he’s in a bad way. The appendix needs to come out now, and Dr. McCain is in surgery right now.”