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“You have some balls to come into my house and make an accusation like that. You are one dumb son of a bitch.” With that, I punch him with every fiber of my being and hit him squarely on the nose. Before the blood has time to spurt, I let him have another, this time in the mouth. I squeal at that one as I’m not sure if I just broke my fingers.
Shaking my hand as though that will ease the pain, I watch as he just sits there with blood dripping from his nose and a split lip. “Why did you hit me?” He cannot be serious, surely?
“Why did I hit you? You just accused me of being part of a conspiracy to murder my best friend. That’s why I hit you, you moron! Where on God’s green earth do you get such an idea from? What is this bullshit about Tim wanting Jamie dead? You… You’re… AAARGH!” With that, I slap him, and if he hadn’t grabbed my wrists, I would have carried on slapping him until the middle of next week.
“But Tim keeps sneaking in and out of her house. I’ve seen him twice now…”
“He’s not sneaking. He has a key to get in and out. That isn’t sneaking,” I snap.
“Why does he have a key? I never had a key. I had to knock and be let in.” Letting go of my wrists, he looks completely at a loss.
“He has a key because she wasn’t home, and I gave him one so he could fill the kitchen with groceries that I asked him to buy for her.” Watching the blood drip onto my kitchen floor, I grab a towel and tell him to hold it over his nose and lip.
“You had me worried sick when you called. You men can be such idiots at times. How would killing Jamie get Tim possession of her houses? She’ll have a will in place. She’s too smart not to have one. As for me wanting her practice. You need your head examined if you think I’d be party to any such nonsense. That’s something else that will be covered in her will.”
“I thought that Jamie and Tim were, you know…”
I sigh as I respond. “I take it back. You’re far too stupid to be an idiot.”
Hearing the front door and then footsteps approaching, I look around and see Breaker walk into the kitchen. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees the state of Fury with blood everywhere and then looks at me with such a blank look I could almost laugh.
“This…this idiot thought Tim the handyman and me were the ones trying to kill Jamie.” I put my hands on my hips and then flinch when it hurts my fingers.
“Tim? I thought his name was Tom?” Breaker frowns at me.
“Tom is one of the doctors. Tim is… Oh, never mind.”
Somebody save me. I can’t cope with two of them.
Chapter 9
*~* Jamie *~*
I’ve just put all my laundry in the dryer when Tim arrives. I know he has a key so he can let himself in, but I’m happy that he still knocks when he knows I’m home. I’m still calling out to ask who’s there before opening the door, and that’s something I might carry on doing once all this nasty business is concluded. It doesn’t hurt to be a little cautious in this day and age.
Tim wastes no time getting us both a coffee while I finish my laundry chores and leave the dryer running. Once we’re sitting at the table he asks me about my new vehicle, and I just look at him blankly.
“I don’t know what it is, I never thought to ask Smoker about it. He didn’t stay on the phone long enough for me to even think to ask. Darn bikers are never on the phone long enough to ask them anything.”
“I’m lucky I suppose, as I don’t have to interact with them at that level. I know Breaker drives Molly to distraction sometimes when she tries to talk to him on the phone.” Tim shakes his head and grins as he remembers something.
Another knock at the door and I’m off again, calling out as I approach. Hearing Smoker reply, I open the door and rush out to see what he’s brought me.
The pickup parked on the driveway is bigger than my last one. Part of the reason for that, I think, is that this has a double cab, where my last was just a single cab. This looks higher than my old one, too. I like the look of this one.
Grinning at Smoker, he laughs. “I take it from that look that this passes first inspection?” He looks pleased that I’m pleased.
“Oh, Smoker. She looks awesome. I love that she is gleaming black without the rust patches, too.” Walking around her, I can see my smile reflected in the paintwork, and it just keeps getting wider and brighter. “Give me the keys. I want to see what she sounds like.”
“Hell, Jamie. She sounds as good as she looks. There are no half-measures with this baby.” Smoker drops the keys into my open palm and I rush to climb in. The door is heavy and I feel the effort pull on my ribs.
Sitting here, I can’t reach the pedals, and I’m fortunate that the seats adjust electrically. I doubt I could manually move these giants in my current state. Getting everything adjusted, I start the engine. Oh…My…God! With the door open, I can feel the noise of the exhaust rumble through my chest. Giving the gas a tweak, she goes from a rumble to a roar.
I am not going to want to stay in the office from now on, that’s for sure. I’ll be wanting to do house calls only from now on.
Looking over at Smoker, I see him high-fiving Tim. He’s obviously pleased with my reaction to his choice of a replacement for my old girl. I’m amazed that the insurance was so fast at paying out, and this can’t have been cheap. I bet Smoker pulled some strings, or maybe Bank dealt with that side.
Getting carefully out of the truck, I almost skip to the men. I toss the keys to Tim. “You can drive to the gun range. I’ll just sit back and enjoy the ride. She might be a bit heavy for me right now.”
