Hatch shook his head. “I’m your chauffer today.”
I chuckled. “Shoulda made you wear the hat.”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment and I turned back to Gina. “Is Pea up for visitors?”
“Yes. I told him you were coming.”
She led me into the bright room, and I smiled at the large man sitting up in the hospital bed, making it look doll sized. His brother, Ropes, stood, closing the distance between us and shaking my hand.
“Thanks for comin’,” he said.
“No problem,” I said, then focused on Sweet Pea. “Jesus. Why the hell are you lyin’ there doin’ nothin’?”
He laughed, then grimaced. “Fuck you.”
“Sorry, man.” I shook his hand and leaned against the bed. “I’m gonna work with Gina to get your PT set up. You ready to work your ass off?”
“Yeah, if it means I get out of this goddamn bed.”
“Good answer.” I smiled. “Gina’s got this, so I have no doubt you’ll be up and walking sooner than anyone expects.”
“That’s the plan,” he said, shifting with a grimace.
“I’m gonna let you rest.”
He nodded, and I followed Gina out of the room.
“Okay, we’ve got some work to do,” I said.
“Agreed,” Gina said.
“Ready to show me the space?”
She nodded, and Hatch took us over to the Burning Saints’ compound.
* * *
Olivia
The Dogs women andI had pretty much shopped until we’d dropped, me somewhat literally, having fallen into bed the second we got home. I’d slept for almost four hours and woke up when Doc kissed me awake.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked, once I’d forced myself out of bed.
“Honey, I amnotmissing a Dogs of Fire party. Even if I was in labor, I’d want to stop in.”
He raised an eyebrow. “If you were in labor, I’d insist we skip it.”
“Just give me a few minutes to rally. I’ll be good.” I made my way to the bathroom and splashed water on my face.
“Take your time, sweetness, there’s no rush.”
I plugged my curling iron in and grabbed my toothbrush. “Says the man who looks like he just stepped out of Sons of Anarchy GQ.”
And he really did. He wore my favorite pair of dark jeans that hugged his ass beautifully, not to mention other parts of him, a long-sleeved, black, ribbed Henley, and his cut. His hair hung over his eyes and even when he swept it away, a little managed to flop down, and it was sexy as hell.
He laughed. “If I look like something out of GQ, sweetness, I’ll finally come close to being worthy of being on your arm.”
I smiled. “This is why I keep you around.”
