I gave her a nod.
I had scripts to drop off.
And a basket to build.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dylan
I’d seen quite a few clubhouses in my life.
None were anything like the sprawling warehouse these guys called home.
I had no idea what the square footage was, but the place was cavernous. And weirdly well-decorated.
I mean, my clubhouse wasn’t even as nice. And it was full of women.
And the omelet?
Divine.
And, you know, regulating.
I felt a lot more human after some food.
We also couldn’t count out the relief that came from knowing I had medication waiting for me at the pharmacy. It removed a lot of the anxiety that had been needling me since I realized Roach and his guys stole my insulin in the first place.
“You said you’re staying in town for a bit?” Slash asked when the doctor was gone and so was my food.
The guy I saved, Colter, hadn’t returned yet. And for reasons I couldn’t quite understand, I kept looking for him: glancing at the door, listening for a bike approaching.
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t you go take care of yourself, and we can have a meeting tomorrow?”
I wanted to object, to tell them that I was fine, that I didn’t need to ‘take care of’ myself. Because the suggestion made it sound like I was fragile, that I needed coddling. And while those were thoughts and worries I did struggle with, I knew that they were just insecurities, not reality. I wasn’t weak. I didn’t need special treatment. I damn sure didn’t need these men to take care of me.
That said, I knew what he was really asking for.
Time.
Because they wanted to research me.
They wanted to talk about me.
They wanted to decide if they were going to work with me or not.
That was how clubs worked. There was a hierarchy, sure, but it was a collaborative organization.
“You have a time you want to meet up?” I asked, getting to my feet, the movement dragging Sugar away from her attempts to befriend the club cat.
“You free tomorrow night?”
“Sure. Seven?”
“Yeah, that’ll work,” I agreed, making my way to the door. “See you then.”
I made my way out the door, taking a slow, deep breath, feeling some of the tension leave my shoulders.
