Jamie: Thank you.
“I’m at work tomorrow morning, so no more wine for me, ladies.” I give them both a grimace, but they nod showing they understand.
“How about you walk around town with us, we do some shopping, and once you get that itchy feeling we go into a shop and you wander off? But Noah keeps his eye on what happens so he can jump in if needed?” Marcia suggests.
“Hmm, I’m not sure that would be sneaky enough for Carrie-Anne.” I tap my chin with a finger, considering her twisted way of thinking. “Carrie-Anne has always done things in a nasty way. But she’s sneaky about it. Even when we were growing up, she would do her best to be the innocent one. Cry when she wanted something I had, make out I was being nasty to her, and all the while she would give me nasty looks, and evil smiles when no one else was taking notice. That’s the sneaky kind she is. If we cornered her on Main Street, she would throw her drama and have everyone thinking we were doing something wrong.”
Bri and Marcia are nodding their heads, obviously understanding what I’m saying about the possibility of what could happen with their plan.
“Okay, so we need to find this fricking black van. Then take that with her in it to the compound. I heard Cannon saying that he has street kids looking for her. I reckon we should do our ownstreet kid looking…like girl street kids.” Marcia smiles, and it is all clenched jaw and front teeth showing, not a friendly smile at all!
“I reckon that’s a good idea. Come on, let's get out of here and go into town. Speak to some girls and women, and give out our information. How about we give a $1,000 reward for the information that leads to us getting the bitch?” Bri throws into the mix.
It’s already 10:30 p.m, which is two hours later from leaving the house, and we have spoken to a lot of young girls and women, all of whom are going to a bar, hanging around the street with friends, or walking home from somewhere. What we do is give out our contact details, and with the lure of the reward I reckon Carrie-Anne is on borrowed time.
Bandit and Neil are showing no signs of being bothered that we’ve taken our time. They are staying far enough back to look like they are not interested in what we are doing. Neither of them are wearing their cuts, and it has me smiling because they don’t look themselves in a tee and jeans without the cut over the top.
“Well, we’ve planted the seed, so let’s go home,” Marcia says, yawning, which has me grinning. She’s been yawning for the last thirty minutes.
“Come on, sleepyhead. Let’s get Bandit to take us home.” Bri gives me a shrug, and we head back to Bandit and Neil who have acknowledged we are heading back to the SUV.
After being dropped at the house, Neil checked all was good before I was allowed inside, much to my annoyance, I have to add. But I lock up and head to bed, where I quickly do my bedtime routine and fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.
Waking up, I am aware I’m hot, and it takes me a minute to realize I have my head on someone’s chest! Sitting up fast, I turn and my mouth falls open when Breaker is lying in my bed, and that’s who I was snuggled up to! What the ever-loving!
Jumping out of bed, I grab for my clothes I’d laid out ready last night, but hear, “Hey, babe, what’s the rush?”
“Hey, babe? Hey, babe? What thebleep bleepare you doing in my bed?” I snap, and the smirk on his face when I don’t really curse at him has my hackles rising.
“I thought it would be nice to cuddle, you know we are living in the same house after all.”
“You asshole. Just because you are living here, without my permission I might add, doesn’t give you the right to jump into my bed. You know I’m a trained nurse, and I could cut your dick off in your sleep…” I don’t wait for a reply, but he made me say asshole! The said asshole is laughing at my tirade!
I don’t wait around to eat breakfast. I get through my morning routine faster than ever before and dash out of the house. I run into the practice and head straight to the coffee machine. It won’t solve the morning issue, but caffeine always helps.
Saturday mornings are never as busy as the rest of the week in reception. I check the reception is clean and all the patients are seen in order.
The cleaner, Susan, is very efficient, and she left me a note on the office desk last week asking if she could use a different cleaner in the restroom. I wasn’t sure why, but when I spoke to her, she said the smell of the one she was using wasn’t nice to the nose. That had me smiling, and I agreed she could try something elseeven though it was a few dollars more. I notice this morning when I walk into the restroom that the smell is much nicer, and that sickly lemon smell has gone. This is more like lavender, and I like it, a lot.
Jamie walks into reception as the last patient enters Dr. Tom’s room. I give her a smile, and she frowns. “What’s up?”
“Do you know that sneaky…was in my bed when I woke this morning. I mean what the…” I’m doing my best not to work myself up again, and I’m trying hard to curtail my cursing, but you know being around bikers it’s not easy.
Jamie throws her head back laughing. “Girl, you gotta know that when a biker claims his woman he’s going to do every little thing he can to nail her down. You are being nailed down. With that said, you have options, but I’ve seen the way you look at Breaker, and I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Try it, because you have nothing to lose, but a lot to gain if it works out.”
“Said the girl who hasn’t nailed her man down!” Seeing the sad look on Jamie’s face I wish I had said nothing. “Sorry, Jamie, that was not my place. But if you ever need to vent, I’m here for you.”
“It’s okay, Molly. I knew from the start Fury wanted nothing permanent. But I've got to put a stop to it. I’m getting too involved, and that’s not what he wants.” Jamie looks so sad that my heart aches for her.
“Is there no changing his mind?”
Jamie shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so. Now, let’s stop being soppy and get you home. It’s well past the time you left.”
Sunday morning, I smirk to myself because I had put a chair under the doorknob so Breaker couldn’t sneak into my room again last night. I heard him trying, and the mumbled curses. I had to bury my face in the pillow to stop my laughter from being heard.
Breaker has gone to the clubhouse by the time I arrive downstairs. Well, that’s where I presume he has gone, but I never ask as I don’t think it’s my business. I have a bowl of cereal and a mug of coffee before throwing on my ankle boots, leather jacket and picking up my purse.
Taking out my phone, I quickly call Bri, who only takes a moment to answer. “I’m on my way into town, so if you want in you best move your asses,” I state and grin when I hear her cursing and shouting to Marcia, which tells me they are both at the clubhouse.
