Wanted: County Knights MC (4 page)

              “I have work.”

              “He just said you have to rest. You’ll call in, or I’ll call for you.”

              “It would be best. If you have any questions the nurse should be able to answer them. Excuse me.” With that, the doctor whooshed out of the room.

              “Well, he was a real jackass.” Jackson sat back in his chair.

              He’d aged, not just physically, but I could see in his eyes the amount of years that pulled at him. Far more than seven from the looks of it. I tried so many times to get to him while he was away at juvie, and when he was released. It was as though he fell off the face of the earth.

              I didn’t blame him, not then at least. It was my fault he was sent away. If I had just listened to him, stayed in my room until he pulled up to pick me up, it wouldn’t have happened. I wiggled my way to sitting and swung my legs over the side of the bed so I could face him, completely ignoring his demands for me to stop moving.

              “I’m sorry, Jackson.” I reached over to him and grabbed his hand. “I’m so sorry for what I did.”

              He searched my face, his brow furrowed in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”

              “The morning with Todd. You were right, I should have—”

              “Don’t.” He shook his head.

              “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I’m sorry you had to help me. I’m so sorry you had to go away. You have every right to be mad at me. I…I messed up your life.” Of all the reactions I expected, him erupting into laughter wasn’t one of them.

              “You messed up my life?” He sobered up and grabbed both my hands. “Listen to me, Anna. You didn’t do shit. It’s not your fault. None of it was. I’m not mad at you. I wasn’t then, and I’m not now.”

              “You ignored every letter, every call. You refused to see me when I went to visit. I sat on that hot bus for two hours to see you, and you refused.”

              “Yep, and I’d do it again. The last thing you needed then, and the last thing you need now, is a guy like me.” He pushed the chair away from the bed and stalked to the curtain, throwing it open. “Where the fuck is the nurse?” Before I could ask him what he was talking about, or to tell him that she was walking right toward us, he walked away.

              “I see prince charming went for a walk.” The nurse rolled her eyes when she entered my room.

              “Yeah. Guess so,” I whispered.

              She patted my leg softly. “Don’t worry, baby. Sometimes them walking away is the best thing they could do for you.” I didn’t tell her how wrong she was, or correct her that Jackson wasn’t trouble.

              “Sometimes.” I nodded, then met her gaze. “But not always.”

CHAPTER FOUR
Jackson

              No way that car charged at her accidentally. I already called back to the garage and asked Jerry to go out to the street and check the street marks from the Charger, and of course I was right. That car took off, gunning for her from a standstill. That squealing I heard wasn’t just her turning too fast, it was that fucking asshole going after her.

              Anna still saw the world through a rosy hue. I didn’t want to pull her out of that fog, but she needed to understand she might be in danger. If the guy from school was really pissed about not getting something he figured he should have had, and he was some rich asshole who’d never been told no before, there was no doubt he could have been the one behind the wheel.

              I walked out of Anna’s room to cool my head and figure out the next best move. She blamed herself for what happened all those years ago, or at least she believed I blamed her. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. True, she didn’t listen to me, but fuck, I barely listened to me back then. It was my decision to beat that asshole to a bloody mess, not hers. If I had used my head that morning, I would have just grabbed her, thrown her on the back of my bike, and peeled out. Beating him senseless didn’t need to happen, but it did.

              Anna thought she ruined my life, but she didn’t get it, didn’t see that going to juvie didn’t ruin anything. I finished school with decent grades, and if I had made the right choices when I was released, I would have gotten ahold of my own garage years ago.  My choices put me in bad places. I ran with the wrong people. I looked for the quick fix to all my troubles. It was because of that I landed back in jail for a year.  Whether I went to juvie that day or went to prison after high school, it wouldn’t have mattered. That was me. A fuck up.              

              Owning the garage helped. Kept me on the straight and narrow. Finally brushing off most of the old crew, I managed to keep my nose clean and work my ass off until I scraped up the money to buy the garage. But the guys I worked with now, they weren’t gentle. A few of them still ran with the club I walked out on after my last trip to the joint. They weren’t sweet and caring. And that was what she deserved. Someone to bring her flowers and chocolates. Not someone who wanted to tie her down and fuck her senseless. Hell, if she saw the way Vinny worked his magic with his girls, she’d probably pass out from the shock. 

              I needed to get her home and settled. Then we’d figure out who was behind the accident. Once I was satisfied she was safe, I’d leave her the fuck alone.

              When I walked back into her room I found her struggling to get her t-shirt on. She had poked her head through, and one arm had made it, but the arm with the busted up shoulder wasn’t making the cut. 

              “Fuck, Anna. Hold on.” I tried to ignore the generous curve of her breast that peeked out from the shirt. She tried to argue with me, but one good glare and she shut her mouth. I’d never had to be firm with her before. But she grew up in the last seven years. The sweetness apparently held some bite to it now. If she thought she was going to sink that attitude into me, she had another thing coming. Yet another reason she needed to steer clear of me.

              I took her shirt off, which earned me a shocked gasp and the sexiest damn blush I’d ever seen on a woman. Damn, she really had filled out. Not that she ever let me see her tits when were kids, but I’d manhandled her enough to know what she had, and she didn’t have those. Tony had been right. Nice tits.

              “I’m not looking, sweetheart, don’t worry,” I lied. She kept her face turned away while I worked the sleeve up her hurt arm, more from not wanting to see me see her than to hide the pain she was in. I’d hurt my shoulder enough over the years from a brawl or two to know it burned like hell to be moved the way I was working it. As gentle as I was being, there was no soft way to get that shirt over her shoulder. Once it was in place, I got her head back through and let her work her other arm in the sleeve. “There. Did Nurse Ratchet come back with your meds?”

              “Yeah, they’re there.” She pointed to a bag on the bed. “Don’t worry about it. Maris can come get me, she should be home soon.”

              “Who’s that?” I swiped the bag from the bag and checked out the meds. Narco. Shit, she’d be flat on her ass with that stuff. A half dose of Nyquil knocked her out cold when we were younger.

              “My roommate. Can you hand me my purse?” She stood from the bed and waved at the bag on the floor.

              “You mean the back pack? No. I’ll carry it. Where’s that sling the doctor told us about.” I found it on the bed and moved to help her with it. Again she tried to push me away, but I didn’t take no from her. Never would.

              By the time I had the sling in place, the hospital valet arrived with the wheelchair. I picked up the phone in the room to call the car port and have my car brought around, again ignoring her telling me not to bother. I shooed the candy striper away and held the arm rests of the chair, lowering myself until we nearly nose to nose. “I’m taking you home. I don’t want to hear one more word from you about it. Got it?”

              Her eyes narrowed. Some smart-ass response lingered on her lips, but at the last second she decided against it. “Fine.”

I swung around and grabbed the handles behind her, nodding to the surprised kid. “I’ll follow you.” He scurried around her and started walking down the hall, only giving me side glances over his shoulder as we made our way through the halls of the ER and headed out to where my car sat waiting for us.

“Tell me about this guy at school. What’s he like?” I broke the silence in the truck. She kept herself pressed up to her side of the truck, like I was gonna reach over and pinch her. I would have if she didn’t start talking, but she really had no way of knowing that.

“He’s just a guy. We were both up for the internship, and I landed it. He’s mad. Said I got it on account of me being a girl.”              

“What sort of guys does he hang out with?”

“I don’t know. Normal guys.” She yanked her bag with her good arm closer to her and dug around until she found her phone. “He’s just a spoiled kid who didn’t get what he wanted. He had nothing to do with this. There’s my apartment.” She pointed out the three flat to the right. 

I pulled into the open spot and told her stay the hell in her seat when she tried to open her door. I decided to ignore the eye roll and the huffing she responded with.

“Where’s your key?” I held out my hand.

“I can—”

“Look, I know it’s been a long time since you’ve known me, so let me get this one thing real clear with you. When I tell you do something, you do it. You don’t argue, you don’t pout, and you sure as fuck don’t tell me no. Now. Where is your key?” I hadn’t planned on laying it out quite like that, but her reluctance was starting to wear on me.

She stared at me, her pink lips parted, her blue eyes searching me to see if I meant what I said.  She must have figured out I wasn’t playing because she pointed to the front pocket of her bag. I unzipped the small compartment and retrieved the silver key.

“I’m on the second floor. Maris should be home soon, you don’t need to stay.” She walked past me and headed up the stairs to the building. I watched the sway of her ass and shook my head. Fucking Tony. No wonder he never saw the color of her hair. The curve of her hips and ass would probably distract the goddamn pope.

“I’ll stay as long as I need to. I have a few more questions.”

“Why should I answer yours when you won’t answer mine?” she threw at me once I had her door open. 

The scent of pine hit me when we walked into her apartment. Looking around I could see why. The whole place was spotless. Not a speck of dust or dirt anywhere. She’d always been neat but I didn’t remember her room ever looking so damn clinical.

              An overstuffed couch took up most of the livingroom, with a matching ottoman facing one of those curved televisions mounted on the wall. 

              “Maris decorated the place. Her brother works for HHGregg and gets disgusting discounts, especially on things that don’t quite make it into inventory,” she explained when she saw me gawking at the television. “She’s also a neat freak, so can you put my bag on that chair there in the corner?”

              “You telling me the TV is stolen?” I put her bag down. Maybe I hadn’t been the only one falling in with the wrong crews.

              “I don’t know. I didn’t ask. She pays her rent, keeps the place clean, and brings home all sorts of leftovers from the restaurant she works at. So I don’t ask about the TV, or her brother.” She sat on the couch and leaned her head back, looking up at the ceiling. “You can go now, Jackson. I’m home. Maris will be here soon.”

              I sat down on the ottoman, spreading my legs to put hers between mine and put my hands on her knees, drawing her attention to me. “Answer me about that guy. What’s his name?”

              Her phone beeped from her back pocket and she dug it out, ignoring my question. She looked at the screen and rolled her eyes before putting it on the arm rest.

              “What? Who keeps texting you?” I looked at the phone. I was tempted to grab it and check myself, but I needed her to start cooperating, and pissing her off more wouldn’t help me in that department.

              “Justin. My ex-boyfriend.” I was more surprised that she actually answered me than by what the answer was. “He heard about the accident, was just checking to see if I was okay.”

              “How’d he know about the accident?” I went to reach for the phone, but she grabbed it before I got to it.

              “His sister works at the hospital. She came in to check on me after you huffed out of the room.  She told him.”

              “I didn’t huff,” I corrected with a pointed finger. She smiled at me, a soft, teasing smile that I remembered from another life. “I thought you said you two broke up.”

              “We did. I said my ex-boyfriend.”

              “You still talk to him?”

              “Nope. Not since I caught him in bed with my friend.” Okay, that didn’t set well with me either. Being cheated on hurt enough, but finding the bastard in bed with the chick, and the chick was her friend…my fists clenched all on their own.

              “Why is he texting, then?” I didn’t mean to sound so hostile but that guy fucking needed a beating, and I didn’t like the idea of her even thinking about giving him the time of day.

              “Why do you care about any of this anyway, Jackson? You made it clear you don’t want me in your life anymore. Remember? You didn’t then, and you sure don’t now. So why get defensive about an old flame? Or keep pressing the issue about Martin at school?”

              I inched a bit closer to her, my knees touching the couch. “I need to be sure you’re safe.”

              She laughed. “Safe? You’ve avoided me for seven years, but now all of a sudden you need to know I’m safe? Jackson, you haven’t been my bodyguard since we were in high school. I’m twenty-four now, I don’t need you to play that role for me anymore.” 

              The words stung. She didn’t need me anymore. She had no idea that I’d checked on her after high school. That I made sure no one gave her a hard time when she started working at the local diner to help her mom pay the rent, or that I followed her home more times than not when she took a night class at the local junior college, making sure she got home safe. She didn’t know any of those things, and I wasn’t’ going to tell her either. She had one thing right. I had kept my distance for a reason. That reason hadn’t changed.

              My hands found their way to the couch cushions beside her as I leaned closer to her. I could smell the cherry of her lip balm. Her eyes widened as I moved toward her. “My reasons for staying away are mine. You won’t bully me into talking about it.” Our noses touched, a light, feathery touch. Her lips were so close, just another inch and I’d have what I wanted. Her tongue darted out, the tip running along her bottom lip, moistening the pink flesh. She didn’t move, didn’t back away, instead her eyes went to my mouth, willing me to take what was mine, had been mine for years. Her breath warmed my chin.