I wrapped my good arm around her and kissed her cheek. “Hey yourself.”
She leaned back and cupped my chin, frowning. “Ouch. Billy got ya, huh?”
“He’s got a mean right hook, your brother.”
“Yeah. You’re lucky he didn’t shoot you. He doesn’t miss with guns or fists.”
I sighed. “I’m aware.”
“I’m going to help Maisie.”
“Maisie’s got it handled,” she countered. “Youtwo visit.”
Katie grinned. “You tell me if that changes.”
“I will, love.”
Katie looked back at me. “You want a beer?”
“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”
“What did the doctor say about the leg?” she asked as she made her way to the fridge.
“Some pressure is okay. Using the walker a few minutes a day.”
“That’s great.” She handed me the beer and smiled. “Hurts though, huh?”
“Like a mother fucker.”
“Well, it’s been one day.” She sat on the sofa next to me. “It might get a little bit worse before it gets better.”
“I know. I just want out of the chair permanently.”
“Have you told Waverly about the club yet?”
“Fuck,” I hissed. “No.”
“How come?”
“She’ll bolt if I do.”
“Razor, you’re not giving her much credit.”
I sighed. “She was drugged and gang raped by a couple of Supreme Riders.”
“Wait, aren’t they that Aryan club?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Jesus,” she hissed. “She’s amazing.”
“Yeah, she is. But she’s been very clear about her opinion on bikers, nearly cutting off her best friend because she fell in love with a Howler.”
“Shit, seriously? Which one? Was it Rocky? God, Rocky’s so hot.”
“I don’t know.” I raised an eyebrow. “Does Flea know you talk like this about Rocky?”
“Flea doesn’t know everything about me,” she said. “And he doesn’t need to know everything, right?”
