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offering to tend to his wounds. The woman was full of surprises, the kind that endeared her to his heart in a way no one had ever managed to do before.
“Take him back to the office,” Dusty said, speaking directly to Maya. “You’ll find a first aid kit in the cabinet, third shelf on the left. I’ll bring a couple of ice packs from the freezer.”
Vance was amused. It was rare that old ladies were ever invited into the back office of the Wheelie Bar. There was too much delicate information stored there, and the Boys were very careful about who might have the opportunity to access that knowledge. Yet, here was one of the most tight-lipped members of his crew, offering to let a virtual stranger back there, and even telling her she could get into the cabinet where all the financials were stored in order to grab the first aid kit and tend to Vance.
What was this alternate universe he was in?
“Come on, big guy,” Maya told him. “Lead the way.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Despite reassuring Vance that she was okay, Maya was quite shaken by the fight. She’d never feared for her life, and though the adrenaline flooding her system gave her a buzz, she reeled from the experience.
She’d put up a strong front, not letting her emotions show through. Surrounded by bikers—and especially by the men who looked up to Vance and had certain expectations for him—she wasn’t going to embarrass herself or Vance. But she was more than shaken, and she had to marvel at how she’d managed to get through the situation without freaking out. She’d gone into survival mode, and now, she was coming back to reality.
Still, she wanted to help Vance clean up and make sure he didn’t need stitches or have his nose set. It didn’t look broken, only swollen, and once they got an ice pack on it, Maya thought he’d be fine.
The office was much nicer than the bar itself, though it was a bit small and cramped. There was a large oak desk that looked to be around the same age as her Gramps, a brand new ergonomic office chair, a loveseat that had probably been retired from elsewhere but looked usable, three filing cabinets, a cot she assumed was used when one of the bikers had too much to drink, and the shelving cabinet she assumed Vance’s friend had referenced.
She pointed to the love seat. “Sit,” she instructed and opened the cabinet. She saw the first aid kit immediately, though to call it a kit was a misnomer. The huge bag looked more like it belonged to a paramedic than a standard kit for emergency purposes. But that was fine. It meant she’d have whatever supplies she needed. She grabbed it and closed the door, placing the bag at Vance’s feet so she could roll the chair over in front of him.
“I can take care of it myself,” he groused.
Maya gave him a warning look. “I’m sure you can, but you’re going to cooperate. Okay?” This was for her sanity. It would keep her busy and distracted while she swallowed the idea that she’d come within inches of death. It changed her perspective on everything—on life, on her own path, and on the way her relationship with Vance was turning out. She seriously had to think about the dangers involved in his life before she let her emotions run away.
He didn’t struggle or turn away as she took alcohol swabs and cleaned the blood from his face. He winced once or twice, and as she cleaned up the mess, it looked like the guy who hit him had been wearing rings. Most of the damage was from a couple of small but gruesome gashes, one on his upper lip and the other at the corner of his nose. Very little blood actually trickled out of his nostril. She had been too caught up in her own circumstances to notice the assailant’s hands.
“It looks worse than it is,” she told Vance. “You were lucky.” She didn’t add that she felt like luck had been on her side, too.
“I’m fine, really.” But as he shifted his position, he
“Take him back to the office,” Dusty said, speaking directly to Maya. “You’ll find a first aid kit in the cabinet, third shelf on the left. I’ll bring a couple of ice packs from the freezer.”
Vance was amused. It was rare that old ladies were ever invited into the back office of the Wheelie Bar. There was too much delicate information stored there, and the Boys were very careful about who might have the opportunity to access that knowledge. Yet, here was one of the most tight-lipped members of his crew, offering to let a virtual stranger back there, and even telling her she could get into the cabinet where all the financials were stored in order to grab the first aid kit and tend to Vance.
What was this alternate universe he was in?
“Come on, big guy,” Maya told him. “Lead the way.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Despite reassuring Vance that she was okay, Maya was quite shaken by the fight. She’d never feared for her life, and though the adrenaline flooding her system gave her a buzz, she reeled from the experience.
She’d put up a strong front, not letting her emotions show through. Surrounded by bikers—and especially by the men who looked up to Vance and had certain expectations for him—she wasn’t going to embarrass herself or Vance. But she was more than shaken, and she had to marvel at how she’d managed to get through the situation without freaking out. She’d gone into survival mode, and now, she was coming back to reality.
Still, she wanted to help Vance clean up and make sure he didn’t need stitches or have his nose set. It didn’t look broken, only swollen, and once they got an ice pack on it, Maya thought he’d be fine.
The office was much nicer than the bar itself, though it was a bit small and cramped. There was a large oak desk that looked to be around the same age as her Gramps, a brand new ergonomic office chair, a loveseat that had probably been retired from elsewhere but looked usable, three filing cabinets, a cot she assumed was used when one of the bikers had too much to drink, and the shelving cabinet she assumed Vance’s friend had referenced.
She pointed to the love seat. “Sit,” she instructed and opened the cabinet. She saw the first aid kit immediately, though to call it a kit was a misnomer. The huge bag looked more like it belonged to a paramedic than a standard kit for emergency purposes. But that was fine. It meant she’d have whatever supplies she needed. She grabbed it and closed the door, placing the bag at Vance’s feet so she could roll the chair over in front of him.
“I can take care of it myself,” he groused.
Maya gave him a warning look. “I’m sure you can, but you’re going to cooperate. Okay?” This was for her sanity. It would keep her busy and distracted while she swallowed the idea that she’d come within inches of death. It changed her perspective on everything—on life, on her own path, and on the way her relationship with Vance was turning out. She seriously had to think about the dangers involved in his life before she let her emotions run away.
He didn’t struggle or turn away as she took alcohol swabs and cleaned the blood from his face. He winced once or twice, and as she cleaned up the mess, it looked like the guy who hit him had been wearing rings. Most of the damage was from a couple of small but gruesome gashes, one on his upper lip and the other at the corner of his nose. Very little blood actually trickled out of his nostril. She had been too caught up in her own circumstances to notice the assailant’s hands.
“It looks worse than it is,” she told Vance. “You were lucky.” She didn’t add that she felt like luck had been on her side, too.
“I’m fine, really.” But as he shifted his position, he
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