He gave her one last once-over, then stepped back.“I’ll get you your discharge paperwork.You’re good to go.”And just like that, he was gone.
The room went quiet.
Too quiet.
Britta slid off the exam table carefully, adjusting her shirt back into place.Then she turned toward me with that look.That smug little look.“Looks like I can go back to work,” she said.
I grunted.“He said to take it easy, Britta.”
She shrugged like that meant nothing.“I can do that while I help Tempi get the bar ready to reopen.She can’t stay closed for too long.”
I stepped closer, grabbing her coat from the chair.“Pretty sure Tempi could never charge again for a beer in that bar and she’d be fine.”
She laughed, slipping her arm into the sleeve while I helped guide it up carefully over her shoulder.“I don’t think you know Tempi’s finances.”
I smirked.“No, but I know she’s an ol’ lady of a rich biker.”
That stopped her.She tipped her head, studying me like I’d just said something completely insane.“What are you talking about?”
I chuckled, helping her settle the coat into place without jostling her shoulder.“Sugar, I know it’s a stereotype that bikers are barely scraping by, but that’s the furthest thing from the truth when it comes to Twister.”
Her eyes widened just a little.“Wait… what?”
I laughed under my breath.“Yeah.You’ve been hanging around us this long and didn’t figure that out?”
“I thought—” She cut herself off, shaking her head.“I think I’m going to have to have a little chat with Tempi the next time I see her.”
“I’d pay to watch that,” I said.
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.
We made our way out of the room and down the hallway, the smell of antiseptic following us out like it didn’t want to let go.
The automatic doors whooshed open, and the cool air hit us.
Freedom.
I walked ahead a step, pulling Tempi’s car keys from my pocket and unlocking it.
We were still using her car until we got the all clear from the doc.I opened the passenger door and stepped back.
Britta paused before getting in, looking up at me.
“Next time can we drive your bike?”
I lifted a shoulder.“I guess if you’re up for it.”
She smiled, slow and confident.“I am.Do I need to remind you of what the doctor just said?”
I shook my head.No, I didn’t need reminding.I knew exactly what that doctor had said and I knew exactly what it meant.
A bedridden Britta?Easy to protect.
Britta back on her feet?That was going to be a whole different game.
“How about we just keep taking it easy, sugar?”I said, sliding my sunglasses down over my eyes.
She looked up at me then.
