We had no issue with law enforcement. We upheld our own version of the law after all, both with the security firm and the MC. We sort of filled in the gaps that they couldn’t handle. But cops didn’t look so kindly on that, so we stayed out of their way and off their radar.
I got to work on Cynic’s leg while Torque kept up a constant stream of chatter to keep him occupied. I was grateful for it because it kept Cynic from bitching at me. After taking out the stitches, I waited until Cynic was focused on whatever Torque was saying and gave him a shot of pain meds.
“What the hell was that?” he complained, eyes wide.
“For the pain,” I told him.
“I didn’t want that,” he snapped.
“You were limping on that fucking leg. You need to give it a couple days of rest. Stop running around on it like an asshole.”
“So you give me something that takes the pain away?” he asks in an incredulous tone. “That just means I’m going to run around on it more.”
“Not when the pain medication has a sedation effect,” I told him, giving him a smug grin.
His mouth dropped open. “You assschhole.”
The words were slurred.
“You may want to get him upstairs to his apartment,” I warned Torque. “Otherwise he’ll be taking a nap down here, andwho knows what the guys will do to him when they find him passed out.”
“Shit,” Cynic mumbled. “Gibe me ah hannnd.”
“Ha ha, maybe I’ll dump you somewhere halfway.”
It was easy to see that Torque was trying not to laugh as he slung Cynic’s arm over his shoulder to help support his friend.
“Youu behtter get me to my rum.”
“Sure. Do you want your pants?”
“Leabe ‘em,” Cynic told him. “This azzhole dosssed meh.”
“Oh.” Torque turned his head as they got to the doorway. “So where you taking her?”
“To a restaurant,” I replied, watching while they both swayed as Cynic lost his balance.
“Sure you wouldn’t have more fun turning boards over, looking for bugs?”
I answered by chucking my tongs at his back. They made a satisfactory thud as they hit their target. He just laughed.
“You should try The Copper Kettle,” Torque suggested more seriously, ignoring Cynic as he cussed him out in barely distinguishable words. “My parents tried it the last time they visited and they loved it. Mom said it was ‘super cute and romantic’.” He fluttered his eyes as he said it, then grinned. “Have fun tonight, Pyre.”
“Thanks, T.” I shook my head as they stumbled out of my exam room. That was going to keep Cynic down for the next twelve hours. And he was lucky I was in a damn good mood today because I gave him the kind where he wouldn’t feel like he’d been hit by a Mack truck when he woke up.
Glancing at my watch, I washed my hands, then went to my room to change. I’d brought in clothes to wear for tonight, knowing I wouldn’t end up having time to run home first. I pulled on a pair of clean jeans, a clean shirt, and tugged my cut and boots back on. Hopefully Rae wasn’t the kind of woman whoexpected a man to wear a suit when he took her out to dinner. If she was, she wasn’t the woman for me. Something told me that wouldn’t be an issue for us.
I managed to make it out of the clubhouse without anyone waylaying me. The ride to Rae’s house was quick. I realized as I walked up to her front door, I should have brought her flowers or something. She was the kind of woman you gave flowers to.
She opened the door before I had a chance to knock. “Hi.”
Damn.
She had on tight jeans with high heeled black boots that went up to her knees—the type of boots that after stripping her naked you’d make her put back on—and a tight long-sleeved black shirt. Her dark hair was loose and fell down to her ribs. She looked fucking amazing.
“You look great,” I told her.Idiot.“Beautiful,” I amended.
“Thank you,” she said with one of those brilliant smiles that always managed to knock the wind out of my lungs. “You look nice, too.”
