“It’s a no, Gio.”
“It’s a no for now,” he corrected.
“I’m not having this conversation with you. Youhave a long road of healing to do.”
“Watch me do it in less than those two months.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Don’t rush it. Let your body heal at the rate it needs to heal.” I raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to refer you to someone else?”
“Shit,” he hissed. “Did I just make you feel uncomfortable because that would break my heart.”
“You don’t scare me, Gio, but let’s keep this professional, okay?”
“You got it.” He grinned. “For the next eight weeks or so, we’ll keep it totally professional.”
“I’m going to take you back to your companion now.”
“Katie. My companion’s name is Katie and she’s afriend.”
“I’m going to take you back to Katie now.”
“Myfriend, Katie.” He narrowed his eyes. “Say it out loud.”
I sighed. “Fine. Yourfriend, Katie.”
“Okay, Fizzy. You do that.”
Holy crap, I was in trouble.
Razor
THE MOMENT KATIE wheeled me out of the building she started in on me. “What the hell wasthat?”
“What?” I asked, knowing damn well what she meant.
“Duh, m...m...my name’s Gio. Der, and I think you are p...p...pretty. Duh, and I want to be on you.”
I groaned. “Do we really have to do this?”
“In all my years, I’ve never seen lovestruck Gio before, and my lord is he a hot mess,” she teased. “You were like a lost puppy. I swear, I thought I was going to have to put down newspaper on the floor.”
“I can’t help that the physio and I have chemistry,”I said, as we reached the car.
Katie laughed. “That woman would have chemistry with a bowling ball. She’s pretty well near perfect as far as I can see. You, on the other hand, are a raging dumpster fire with way too many personal and club issues to deal with right now. You don’t have time to spend any amount of time chasing after a woman who is clearly out of your league.”
I craned my head to glare at her. “It’s these kinds of talks I’ve come to look forward to the most in our relationship.”
“You know I’m right.” She set the brake on the wheelchair. “Besides, she doesn’t even know the real you. She hasn’t met Razor, and she never will.”
Katie opened the door and carefully guided me into the passenger seat of her car. It was bad enough riding in a cage, but to be stuck riding shotgun was almost too much to bear.
“Let me ask you something,” I said, as Katie buckled my seatbelt. “Have all the women in my life always been this fucking bossy or did you all start a gang up on Razor club when I was in the hospital?”
She shrugged. “You have a lot of people who care about you.”
