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felt.
Someone was looking for her. That someone wanted her dead.
I couldn’t take her back to Seal’s Cove, not until we figured out who was behind the fires and murders. Without a doubt, I’d piss my brothers off, but right now, I just didn’t give a fuck. I was bringing Olympia Olsen back to the clubhouse. I’d get Doc over to check her out. She was clearly dehydrated and God only knew what else. How she’d managed to escape the fire was a mystery.
One I intended to solve.
Boone
“She’s asleep. The morphine will keep her resting for awhile. I cleaned up her scrapes and cuts, and got an IV running. She somehow made it out of there without any burns and she only needed a few stitches. She inhaled a lot of smoke, though. I’m guessing she was already awake and escaped before the second explosion.
The main issue now is the head injury. I’m surprised you didn’t notice the lump, Boone.” Doc glanced in my direction. “One final thing; Miss Olsen doesn’t appear to know who she is, or what happened. She’s suffering from amnesia. I have no idea how long it will last.” The doc looked frustrated for the first time. “She really should be hospitalized.”
“Thanks, but no hospitals. Not unless you think her life is in danger,” Bones countered. He paused, mulling something over. “We’d have to take her out of state. Someone here wants her dead. We need to weigh the risks.”
“Considering the circumstances, let’s wait,” Doc concluded, agreeing with my dad. “I’ll see her again tomorrow and we can make a better determination, but she passed all my tests. I believe she will recover just fine. In all honesty, I don’t foresee any problems.”
Bones extended his hand. Doc accepted, and they shook. “I don’t have to tell you this, but I will. No one can know she is here. I’m expecting the ATF will find a reason to raid us soon enough. Chief Wells will let me know when. We might need to move her before that happens.”
Doc nodded. “As long as she’s not required to do anything physically strenuous and isn’t jostled around, she can be transported. I’d highly recommend a vehicle with four wheels and not on the back of a Harley.”
“We can handle that,” I answered for my dad. “She’s under my protection. I’m taking responsibility for her.”
“Speaking of the police chief, I almost forgot. He gave me something to pass on. He found it in Olympia’s car with a bunch of other paperwork. He beat Conner and his ATF buddies to her vehicle.” Doc reached in his jacket and pulled out an envelope with my name scrawled on the front. “You might want to read this before you offer your protection.”
Bones lifted his brow, waiting for my response.
Ignoring the gesture and questions he was sure to ask, I nodded my thanks and stalked from the room, eager to be alone. As long as Olympia was safe and asleep, I needed to take care of a few things.
The first order of business; seeing what the fuck she’d written that was so terrible Doc thought I’d withdraw my protection.
“Boone, baby. Are you all right?” Twila called from behind, her voice sugary sweet. “Hold up, please. I want to apologize.”
Shit. Not now. I didn’t have time for Twila and her games.
“Baby … please,” she pleaded.
Knowing how persistent she could be, I turned to face her. “What? It’s been a long day and I’m tired.” I realized then it was nearing 4.00pm. I hadn’t slept more than three hours in the last forty-eight.
She smiled up at me, batting her eyes with practiced perfection. I wasn’t impressed. Not this time.
“I could give you a massage. You look tense, baby.” She ran her hand down my chest and over my abs.
Before she could slide her hand into my jeans, I gripped her wrist. “Twila, you said you had something to say. Say it.”
Her eyes narrowed. “We’ve been sleeping together for two years. I know I acted bitchy when I left your room the other night, and I’m sorry.
Someone was looking for her. That someone wanted her dead.
I couldn’t take her back to Seal’s Cove, not until we figured out who was behind the fires and murders. Without a doubt, I’d piss my brothers off, but right now, I just didn’t give a fuck. I was bringing Olympia Olsen back to the clubhouse. I’d get Doc over to check her out. She was clearly dehydrated and God only knew what else. How she’d managed to escape the fire was a mystery.
One I intended to solve.
Boone
“She’s asleep. The morphine will keep her resting for awhile. I cleaned up her scrapes and cuts, and got an IV running. She somehow made it out of there without any burns and she only needed a few stitches. She inhaled a lot of smoke, though. I’m guessing she was already awake and escaped before the second explosion.
The main issue now is the head injury. I’m surprised you didn’t notice the lump, Boone.” Doc glanced in my direction. “One final thing; Miss Olsen doesn’t appear to know who she is, or what happened. She’s suffering from amnesia. I have no idea how long it will last.” The doc looked frustrated for the first time. “She really should be hospitalized.”
“Thanks, but no hospitals. Not unless you think her life is in danger,” Bones countered. He paused, mulling something over. “We’d have to take her out of state. Someone here wants her dead. We need to weigh the risks.”
“Considering the circumstances, let’s wait,” Doc concluded, agreeing with my dad. “I’ll see her again tomorrow and we can make a better determination, but she passed all my tests. I believe she will recover just fine. In all honesty, I don’t foresee any problems.”
Bones extended his hand. Doc accepted, and they shook. “I don’t have to tell you this, but I will. No one can know she is here. I’m expecting the ATF will find a reason to raid us soon enough. Chief Wells will let me know when. We might need to move her before that happens.”
Doc nodded. “As long as she’s not required to do anything physically strenuous and isn’t jostled around, she can be transported. I’d highly recommend a vehicle with four wheels and not on the back of a Harley.”
“We can handle that,” I answered for my dad. “She’s under my protection. I’m taking responsibility for her.”
“Speaking of the police chief, I almost forgot. He gave me something to pass on. He found it in Olympia’s car with a bunch of other paperwork. He beat Conner and his ATF buddies to her vehicle.” Doc reached in his jacket and pulled out an envelope with my name scrawled on the front. “You might want to read this before you offer your protection.”
Bones lifted his brow, waiting for my response.
Ignoring the gesture and questions he was sure to ask, I nodded my thanks and stalked from the room, eager to be alone. As long as Olympia was safe and asleep, I needed to take care of a few things.
The first order of business; seeing what the fuck she’d written that was so terrible Doc thought I’d withdraw my protection.
“Boone, baby. Are you all right?” Twila called from behind, her voice sugary sweet. “Hold up, please. I want to apologize.”
Shit. Not now. I didn’t have time for Twila and her games.
“Baby … please,” she pleaded.
Knowing how persistent she could be, I turned to face her. “What? It’s been a long day and I’m tired.” I realized then it was nearing 4.00pm. I hadn’t slept more than three hours in the last forty-eight.
She smiled up at me, batting her eyes with practiced perfection. I wasn’t impressed. Not this time.
“I could give you a massage. You look tense, baby.” She ran her hand down my chest and over my abs.
Before she could slide her hand into my jeans, I gripped her wrist. “Twila, you said you had something to say. Say it.”
Her eyes narrowed. “We’ve been sleeping together for two years. I know I acted bitchy when I left your room the other night, and I’m sorry.
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