“Douche is back later today. He took off for a couple of days to pack up his shit, and now, he will be here permanently.”
It pissed me off to no end that this guy was even still alive, let alone a doctor making a shit ton of money and living the life. All because he had scared Birdie into hiding the fact that he had abused her ten years ago.
“Keep an eye on him and let me know what he’s up to.”
Dad nodded. “What did your doc say?”
“I can drive, but only short distances. He said to do that for a couple of weeks, and then I gotta come back for more fucking tests.”
“More tests?”
I nodded. “Yeah. They just want to make sure that everything is healing correctly and that the tumor isn’t growing back.”
“I’ve been reading up, and benign tumors don’t normally come back.”
I had searched the internet for that same answer. “It shouldn’t, but they are going to keep a close eye on it for the next year.”
Dad nodded and pulled his keys from his pocket. “Well, since you can drive short distances, you wanna drive up back to the clubhouse?”
I grabbed the keys and sprinted out the door. “Let’s go, old man.” He didn’t need to make the offer twice.
I was ready to get behind the wheel and back to normal.
I was ready for a lot of things, but driving was at the top of that list.
Next on my list?
Birdie.
Chapter Twenty-One
Birdie
“I drove here so you could drive me home. Why didn’t I just go to my place, and you could have driven to me?” I laughed.
Easy backed away from the clubhouse and pulled out of the driveway. “I’m used to you coming to the clubhouse after work, and by the time I thought to drive to your house, you were already on the way there. I like staying at your place. Much more private.”
I rolled my eyes and leaned my head back. “You have your own room and bathroom at the clubhouse, Easy. That seems pretty private to me. And you could have just followed me back to my place on your bike.”
“Yeah, it is, for the most part. I would like to be able to raid the fridge in my underwear, though,” he mused.
“Stop,” I laughed. “You could totally do that at the clubhouse.” I’m sure he wouldn’t be the first one to walk about the clubhouse in his underwear. “You could always wear a robe and rummage through the fridge.”
He cringed and shook his head. “Do I look like a robe kind of guy to you?”
He looked like a guy who walked around naked and didn’t care who saw him. “I mean, no, but I am surprised you don’t walk around in your underwear at the clubhouse.”
“Doc, that would be weird as fuck,” he confessed, “I may be Greta’s brother, but you know she takes the cake when it comes to being weird. I have to be the normal one to save the family.”
“Save the family?” I laughed
He shrugged and turned onto my street. “Sounded good.”
“How does it feel to be driving?” I asked.
“Feels fucking good, Doc.”
“Did you take your bike out when you got back to the clubhouse?” I already knew the answer before I asked it.
