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“Let’s see what Eldie says, then we’ll figure it out.”

“I don’t feel up to leaving, honey. I’ll just go back to bed.” Before he could respond, the doorbell pealed, and I frowned up at him. “You asked her to come here?”

“Yep.” He kissed my forehead, then went to answer the door.

Dr. Gina “Eldie” Gardner walked inside and set her bag on the island next to me. Clutch complained that she was way too “fuckin’ pretty to be a doctor.” And she was. Eldie was petit, about five-foot-three, with raven black hair and “some seriously luscious tits and ass,” (that was straight out of Clutch’s mouth the first time he’d met her). She was super sweet, but by no means a pushover, evident when dealing with some of our harder bikers. I adored her.

“You’re not feeling well, huh?” she asked.

“Yes,” I confirmed. “I’m sure it’s just a stomach bug. You didn’t need to come all the way over here.”

“I wasn’t far, honey, it’s no problem.”

After checking my blood pressure, taking my temperature, and doing a quick general health exam, she rummaged in her bag and pulled out a sterile cup. “Go pee.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. I’m also going to take some blood, but let’s start with this,” she said. “You can leave the cup in the bathroom.”

I nodded and headed to the hall bathroom, did my thing, then walked back to the kitchen.

“I’ll be right back,” Eldie said, and she walked down the hall, then returned with the cup in a plastic baggie. “I’m gonna drop this at the lab today and we’ll see what we comeup with, okay? Let me take some blood and then I’ll get out of your hair.”

She bled me dry before hugging me and leaving me to die.

“Back to bed,” Jase said, but I shook my head.

“I’d rather curl up on the sofa with you and watch a really stupid shoot ’em up movie.”

He grinned, leaning down to kiss me gently. “I can do that.”

“Die Hard?” I asked hopefully.

“Even though it’s not Christmas yet? Wow, you must really feel like shit. Die Hard it is.”

I clapped my hands and slid off the stool, grabbing for his arm when a wave of nausea hit me.

“Shit,” he hissed, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“I’m okay,” I said, taking a couple of deep breaths. “It’s passed.”

“I’m gonna get you settled, then give Eldie a call.”

“She just left, honey,” I countered. “She’ll call when she has anything.”

He frowned but dropped it and got me settled on the sofa, grabbing a fresh pop and another sleeve of saltines.

Once he parked his butt beside me, I snuggled close to him and he started the movie. The last thing I remember before I passed out was the passenger telling Bruce to take off his shoes and make fists with his toes. Still gross.

I didn’t wake up again until the next morning… at least, not completely. I remember getting up to pee and discovering Jase had carried me to our bed, but I crashed as soon as I was next to him again.

I opened my eyes and he wasn’t next to me, so I checked the time and saw it was almost eleven. I almost never slept in this late and it felt amazing. I took a few minutes to stretch, then slid slowly off the mattress, testing to see if my stomach was going to be a bitch.

So far, so good. I headed to the bathroom just as Jase walked in.

“You’re awake.”

I grinned. “Nothing gets by you, huh?”

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