Even if it felt like each of my injuries currently had its own pulse.
“We’ll get you patched up. You don’t have a tail right now?”
“Not that I’ve noticed. Babe?”
“No. I haven’t seen anyone.”
“Good. Just to be safe, as soon as you get to the clinic, I’m gonna have Seeley drive your car and ditch it for the time being.”
“Yeah, we were talking about that. It makes no sense that someone was able to find us at the safe house.”
“That’s what I’m thinking too. How far are you out?”
“About fifteen? Traffic is light.”
“Okay. We’ll talk at the clinic.”
“Got it.”
I hung up the call and Caymen reached over, giving my thigh a squeeze, then just staying there for the rest of the drive.
“Don’t get out,” Caymen demanded when we pulled up out front to find several of the bikers already waiting. “I’ll get you.”
With that, he climbed out, leaving the engine running.
“Give me your shoes,” he demanded, looking at his brother.
Dixon didn’t even hesitate, just took off his shoes and stood there in his socks.
I hadn’t even thought about Caymen’s feet.
Of course, they were all chewed up.
We’d both been barefoot. And he’d been unfortunate enough to have the added weight of me against the ground when he picked me up.
I didn’t even ask him if he was alright.
Those were still the thoughts on my mind when he slipped into his brother’s shoes and came to my door to get me.
“You hurt your feet too.”
“They’re fine.”
“Not if they’re anything like mine, they’re not.”
“Just a few scratches. Scoot over.”
“Let someone else carry me.”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
With that, he pulled me into his arms and carried me into the clinic.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Caymen
In the harsh clinic lights, she looked like a ghost.
