I watched Anchor’s jaw flex.
Watched Piney look away.
Then Push glanced toward Anchor before looking back at me.“We’d all like to know the answer to that question, too.”
Chapter Three
Push
McKayla was quieter after Anchor laid it all out.
Not calm, and definitely not relaxed, but quieter.The kind of quiet that came when reality finally settled in and a person realized they were too deep into something to pretend otherwise.
She still looked pale as hell sitting on the edge of the metal table in the underground room beneath the clubhouse.Her dark hair was messy from where Doc had stitched the back of her head, and every once in a while, she’d blink too slowly like the concussion was catching up to her again.
Doc had warned us she’d probably crash hard once the adrenaline wore off.Judging by the way her shoulders kept sagging every few minutes, he was right.
Anchor pushed off the wall and nodded toward the door.“Get her upstairs.”
McKayla immediately frowned.“I can walk.”
“No, you can’t,” I said.
“Yes, I can.”
“You almost fell over trying to get off the table five minutes ago.”
“That was one time.”
Piney snorted behind me.“You folded like a lawn chair.”
McKayla glared at him.“I hit my head.”
“Yeah,” Piney replied.“Which is why Push is carrying you before you crack it open again and Doc charges us double.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly before sliding back to me.“I really can walk.”
I stared at her for a second.Stubborn.That was becoming real clear, real fast.“You’ve got a concussion,” I said flatly.“And you stumbled the second you got off that table.It’s safer if I carry you.”
“I don’t like how easily you people throw around words like safer.”
“That’s because you keep ending up unconscious.”
The corner of Piney’s mouth twitched.
Even Prime looked like he was trying not to laugh.
McKayla pointed at me weakly.“You’re kind of a jerk.”
“You’re kind of a pain in the ass.”
Her mouth actually twitched slightly at that.
There it was again.That weird little spark she carried around even while sitting underground with a head injury after seeing a dead body.Most women would’ve been hysterical by now.McKayla just kept throwing sarcasm around like armor.
I stepped closer before she could argue again and slid one arm behind her back and the other beneath her knees.
She let out a small sound of surprise as I lifted her off the table.
