She gave me a look of disbelief as I set the gurney down in front of her. “You can’t do that,” she told me.
“Do what?”
“Touch the medical equipment. I-”
“Can we please just get my friend in the ambulance?” I asked, staring intently into her eyes. I didn’t miss the spark of interest in the jade depths, but she took a quick step back. I had to bite back a smile at the look of indecision on her face. I was a cocky bastard pretty much every day of the week so it wasn’t hard for me to see that she was attracted to me and trying to fight it. “Then you can keep yelling at me all you want.”
Her mouth dropped open and now she looked offended, but she kept her mouth shut and brought the gurney over to where Mercy was sitting and they loaded her up.
I knew Miss you-can’t-touch-that would bite my head off if I just picked Mercy up and put her in the ambulance, so I let them do their thing and just stood back and watched the way green eyes’ uniform pants stretched over a deliciously fat ass while I waited.
Kilo would skin me alive if he found out I was hitting on the woman who was helping to save his old lady and son—and I wasn’t going to stop worrying until some asshole doctor confirmed she and the baby were fine—so I planned to wait until after Mercy was okay to see how fast I could get her naked.
Judging by the dark looks she was tossing my way now, it wasn’t going to be as easy as I was hoping. But a girl with an ass like that? She was worth trying for. I gave her a toothy smile as she glared at me over her shoulder when I fell into step behind her. Probably a bit too close for her comfort, but it allowed me to catch the scent of one of those girly flower perfumes women liked so much. I was pretty sure it was coming from her hair, but a thorough inspection was going to be warranted.
Relay pulled up as they were loading Mercy into the ambulance. “Shit. What happened?” he asked, looking worried. We all loved Kilo’s old lady like a sister. And what was even moreimportant was Kilo was completely gone over her. So we didn’t want a damn thing to happen to her.
“She fell. Take the SUV to the address I texted. Warrant will take those weapons off your hands. Keep your phone on. I’m going to stay with her, so I’m going to need you to take over for now.” Everyone else was busy today. None of the other guys were even close enough to take over, so it was going to fall on our Chaplain to run some shit today.
Wasn’t like he couldn’t handle it. The fucker had been a pararescue jumper in the Air Force. Most of us made fun of the Air Force for being soft, but PJs were bat shit crazy. PJs went into places that would make Green Berets and Navy Seals nervous, in order to rescue and help other military members. All without a second thought. And though I knew Relay had almost as much medical knowledge and ability as Drifter, I hadn’t sent him here to stay with Mercy because the fucker didn’t do that shit anymore.
Ruck and I, as well as the rest of our brothers, respected his request not to have to patch people up anymore. He’d gone through enough that we didn’t want to send him spiraling back down a dark fucking rabbit hole again. He’d barely made it out the last time. And the psycho son of a bitch was forever changed because of it.
Drifter was happy enough—and even more capable after all his training—to be the one taking care of whatever the fuck we needed as a club most of the time. Which left Relay to help us put people in the dirt versus pulling them back from the brink. Somehow the switch from one to the other helped him.
I had no doubt that Relay would step in if he needed to save one of our lives, but he had some dark shit swirling around inside of him because of whatever had happened while he served. Saving people’s lives wasn’t his mission anymore.
A muscle in his jaw clenched. “I’ll get it handled.” He paused, then looked at me. “She bleeding?”
He wanted to help. For Kilo. For Mercy. But I saw the agony there in his dark eyes. Shit he usually kept under lock and key and as far away from the rest of us as he could.
“I don’t know,” I said, hesitating. “She said something about cramping.” Looking down, I saw his fingers flexing into a fist. “They’ve got this, Brother,” I told him. “Those medics know what they’re doing, and we’re on our way to some good doctors.”
“Doubtful,” he scoffed. “You’re right,” he said after a minute. “I’ll let you know once Warrant’s on his way back to Wyoming.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re going to owe me a beer for leaving my fucking door unlocked.”
“It’ll be fine for a bit,” I told him with a chuckle. I didn’t have time to deal with both his demons and Mercy, so I was glad to see him chain them back up and go back to his usual asshole self, instead of the tortured soul I knew resided somewhere in there.
“You coming?”
I glanced over my shoulder and a slow smile spread over my face. “Yeah, I am,” I told the woman I had a feeling would become my current obsession. At least until she let me fuck her brains out. That was the way I worked.
Her cheeks went pink at the dark promise in my words. If I had my way we’dbothbe coming later. Once Mercy was safe and resting of course. I wondered if this woman knew of any secluded spots in the hospital? I just needed about twenty minutes. Then we could go our separate ways, both a lot happier.
She rolled her eyes at me as I raked my own over her body as I climbed up into the ambulance. This was going to be fun.
CHAPTER 3
Rue
Who the hell did this guy think he was? I wasn’t stupid or dead, so I didn’t miss the fact that he was hitting on me. Or that his eyes were well past hitting on me. And I was ignoring the fact that my body was responding to the heated looks he kept throwing my way.
First, he nearly beat the hell out of my partner. Gary didn’t always know when to keep his mouth shut, but he was a nice guy. The way his face had gone pale when this man in a leather cut and dirty boots had grabbed him would’ve been funny if the moment hadn’t been so charged with tension.
I’d worried the guy was going to start a brawl right there in the yard. Not that poor Gary would stand a chance. His new bride was keeping him fat and happy, so he’d packed on about ten pounds, but not in muscle.
