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I pick my woman up and get her settled in the chair with the bucket.
“Are you feeling better?”
“A little.”
“Good. Let’s get you washed up and changed. I’ll call the doctor and see if we can get in early.”
“Thank you.”
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We’re sitting in the orthopedics office waiting for the results of Millie’s latest x-ray. Our fingers are interlaced. My thumb absentmindedly rubs circles on the back of her hand.
“Are you nervous?” I ask her.
“A little. I want this damn thing off.”
“I don’t blame you.”
The door opens and the doctor comes in sitting across from us behind a large oak desk.
“I looked over your x-rays. You’re healing early. We’re going to relieve you of that burdensome cast today. Tayna will take you back shortly. I have your rehab scheduled. They’ll print you out a copy on your way out. I’ll see you again in three weeks.”
“I get to ride the bike again!” Millie exclaimed as soon as the doctor left.”
“Yes, you do, Nightingale. Let’s go on a date tomorrow.”
“We can’t tomorrow, but the day after our schedule is free and I can get a sitter.”
“It’s a plan.”
Chapter 41
Two days later
Millie
Igive myself one last look in the mirror. My hair is done in twin French braids. I’m wearing skin-tight black jeans, a dark purple cold-shoulder shirt, and my shit kickers. My leg is still too weak for heels.
“Nightingale, my folks are here.”
“I’m ready, baby. I’ll be right there.”
I grab my purse and head into the living room. The in-laws greet me with hugs and kisses.
“You two have fun,” Celia Jackson says.
“Stay out as late as you want,” Warren adds.
Wrath takes my hand and leads me outside the small house. The open floor plan was perfect for my recovery, and it had two bedrooms. It’s the perfect size for us until Jackson and Sons can build our dream home.
“Thanks Mom and Dad,” I say, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek before taking my husband’s hand.
We walk outside hand in hand. His sled is parked in the drive. Hustle, Hurl, and Honda are waiting for us. Already straddling their sleds. Wordlessly, we get on the bike and head toward the gate. We’re going to Baton Rouge. Thanks to Wizard, my brother and mother think I’m living in Baton Rouge and not New Orleans. Apparently, neither paid attention to the cuts my husband and his brothers wear. They clearly say New Orleans. However, Wrath and all three prospects are wearing VoodooKings, Baton Rouge, on their cuts. We’re heading to the Kings compound in Baton Rouge before going to dinner. Earlier in the day, another prospect took clothes up for us. Enough to spend a few days. My heart hurts as I think about being away from my babies. I may not have given birth to Mason and Madison, but they’re my babies, nonetheless.
Wrath told me a couple of days ago that they not only had eyes on Aaron, but that he and Felicity were on their way to Louisiana. What reason would either have for coming here except to cause me trouble or do me harm. I don’t know how Wizard misled them and I don’t care. When this is over, I’m making him dinner and a cake or pie. Whichever is his favorite.
Honestly, I’m more angry than nervous about Aaron and Felicity. Why the fuck can’t they just leave me alone. I haven’t seen or heard from them in years. I haven’t told mom and dad yet. I’m hoping with the help of the Kings we can come to some kind of closure with them.