Fang was gone longerthan I thought he would be. I had assumed when he told me to take my clothes off that it had been some not-so-subtle ploy to get me naked in his bed.
And then he walked off and hadn’t returned.
I couldn't sleep. Not because I wasn’t tired, I was, but because I knew that my actions earlier that night would come back to haunt me.
I had fallen easily back into the old me. Taking charge, barking orders, patching up the injured. It was scary how quickly I had reverted back to the woman I had been before I was Gypsy. And it hadn’t gone unnoticed. I had seen the way Fang had looked at me. The way he had narrowed his eyes as he watched me work.
If he had been suspicious before, he was even more so now.
And that was all my fault. I should have acted like the other women. Screamed and cried and acted like any normal person would around a gunshot. What I shouldn’t have done was fall straight into doctor mode.
Sighing, I turned onto my back, flinging an arm across my eyes.
Sleep was going to be impossible. My adrenaline was still pumping and I needed to find an outlet for it. Usually, I would have other patients to see.
I froze.
No, not usually. That hadn’t been my usual for a very long time.
Dammit, I was getting muddled. The past and the present were getting all jumbled up in my head again like they had back when I had first started running. And around the Sons that was a dangerous thing. Fang was already suspicious of me. One more slip up and he would find out the truth. Something I couldn't let happen.
I had to be more careful.
As much as I hated to admit it, it might be best if I sold the bar back to the club and went on my merry way. Something I desperately didn’t want to do. That little town was meant to be my forever. Somewhere I could set down roots. Maybe find someone new to share my life with.
Fang.
His face flashed behind my closed eyes like a beacon.
I liked him, although like was maybe the wrong word. We were attracted to each other. But I didn’t particularly like him as a person. We fought more than we actually talked but the heat… God, the heat between us was undeniable.
That was probably another good reason to leave. The last thing I wanted or needed was to get involved with a man like Fang.
A dangerous man, one who didn’t take no for an answer and always got what he wanted.
I already had one of those in my life that I couldn't get rid of. I didn't need another one.
Great sex just wasn’t worth the long-term hassle, and Fang could never know who I really was. He was a passionate man, but his main passion was his club. I had no doubt that he would kick me out on my ass if he found out what was really going on with me.
Bullets were no good against a dead man.
“Sunflower?”
I jumped, a high-pitched squeak falling from my lips as I scrambled up the bed into a sitting position. My heart slammed against my rib.
Fuck.
He had scared me. I hadn't heard the door unlock or open.
Clutching at my throat, I waited for my heart to calm down. Damn son of a bitch had almost given me a heart attack.
“Didn't mean to scare you.” Fang’s voice was closer now, although in the darkness I couldn't see him. The mattress compressed as he sat down.
“What are you, some kind of ninja?” Now the fear was ebbing away, I fell back on my anger.
“I didn't think you would be awake and I didn’t want to disturb you.” His whisper seemed to caress me. He sounded different. Softer somehow than he usually did. “Why aren't you asleep?”
I frowned in the darkness. That was a very good question. Why wasn't I asleep? I couldn't very well tell him the truth. Not all of it anyway.
