“Six weeks at least,” he agreed. “In bed as much of that time as possible.”
“I have no objections to that plan.”
“Maybe we spend half of it at the clubhouse while we get your place fixed up.”
“I get to enjoy Eddie’s cooking then.”
“Good food is a big part of healing,” Caymen agreed. “Scared the fucking shit out of me,” he admitted, voice just for the two of us.
“You had good timing. I really didn’t want to have to fight Lance with a bum ankle.”
“Happy to do the face-bashing for you.”
“It was kinda hot,” I admitted. “I’ve never had someone fight for me before.”
“You got me anytime you need me now.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, relaxing into him. “I do.”
Before either of us could say anything else, we were pulling into the lot where the clinic was located.
Caymen lifted me into his arms and walked us inside where Ama was waiting.
“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” she said with a soft smile.
“Sorry to interrupt your sleep again.”
“Oh, what’s sleep?” she asked, waving it off. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and take another X-ray of that ankle.”
“We need to get someone to go get the boot,” Caymen told her.
“Oh, no. Zayn’s associate dropped it off.”
“Daniyal?” Caymen asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’m starting to think Zayn implanted us with listening chips or something,” Caymen mumbled.
“I texted him,” Dixon said with a chuckle.
“You’ve had a stressful night,” I said, patting his arm. “It’s okay if your brain isn’t working right.”
“Pretty sure I’m the one who should be comforting you right now,” he said as he set me on the table.
“I think we can comfort each other,” I said, patting the table beside me.
With that, Ama came in to fuss over my arm and feet as Caymen ran his hand up and down my back.
I got another X-ray, was told that things looked about how they were supposed to, was warned to stay in my boot any time I was on my feet, and a brace at all other times, then was released to leave.
“You good with coming back to the clubhouse with me?”
“I’m curious to see your room.”
“Christ, don’t get your hopes up. I don’t know shit about decorating. It’s pretty much the same as it was when I moved into it.”
“So long as it’s not like Arty’s place, I won’t complain.”
