Page 28 of Biker's Babygirl

“I did,” he agrees. “But I also love you and want you to be happy and hate dealing with your grumpy ass when you getpissed off about something. I’m starting to think Ginny might be a good buffer.”

Elvis snorts, which somehow just makes me more annoyed at the two of them.

“All I’m saying is, stop telling us how she feels. Let her decide.”

I scowl. Even if his explanation makes sense, their childish innuendo is epically ridiculous. “There’s no way?—”

“Well, if there’s no way, then what do you have to be afraid of?” It’s Elvis who speaks up this time, and like always, when he takes the time to say anything, we listen.

It doesn’t save him from a disgusted look from me, though. “You two need to butt out,” I say at last. “Mind your own business. She’s not interested, and neither am I, and that’s that.” I pause, waiting for any rebuttals. When there aren’t any, I exhale. “Now, don’t you both have work to do?”

“Sure, bro.” Shep sets his empty cup down and heads for the door.

Elvis makes his way to the sink—he has kitchen duty for the time being. But even as the water runs, I can swear I hear him whistling. In my head, it sounds likeDuke and Ginny, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

Rolling my eyes, I head for the front door for some fresh air to clear my head. Hopefully it’ll be just what I need to get ahold myself ahead of Ginny’s exam… and maybe even settle my still rock-hard cock.

Ginny

Ellie is impressive. It’d be impossible to miss her efficiency with the way she ushers me into the office, directs me to sit with nothing more than a point of her finger, and begins getting the room ready. It’s evident this is the kind of work she’s used to, because she keeps up a stream of conversation the entire time. But it’s more than that. She’s not just efficient, she’s incrediblykind and compassionate, with a gift for putting me at ease. She does it to me every time we happen to be in the same room.

As I watch her, I take a moment to look around the room, shocked to find that while we entered by a plain white door outside, the inside looks just like a real doctor’s office. There is a straight-backed chair in the corner with a plush seat, and I sit there, suddenly feeling flutters in the pit of my belly.

To distract myself, I take in my surroundings. Beside the chair I’m sitting in there’s a padded table for exams, but it is small and has sides up, like a changing table. There’s another bigger one in the center of the room.

“Do you guys see babies?” I ask, surprised at the notion.

Ellie turns to me with a friendly smile. “Yep. We see everyone.”

“Are there not enough hospitals and doctors… out here?”

“The nearest hospital is close to an hour away,” she answers, her voice turning grave. “And there is one other doctor, but he’s a vet.”

“Wow. So… you guys kind of… made this place?”

“It’s Duke’s,” she answers as she pulls a loom of white paper across the large, long exam table. “He bought this house a long time ago, but…” Ellie glances at the closed door, then back at me, her hands pausing in their work for the first time since we’ve entered the room.

I can tell she’s sizing me up, deciding how much to say.

“He lost his wife to cancer.”

I can’t help it—I gasp. I immediately clasp my hand over my mouth, but I can’t take it back.

Ellie nods. “It was horrible. Duke was… well,” she shrugs, her voice soft and reverent, “understandably, he was depressed.”

“I… I can imagine.”

“He bought this house because she loved it. She wanted something remote and in the country, their own privateparadise, in a way. But… he beat himself up for buying it for the longest time, convinced if they’d been closer to the hospital, maybe she would have told him sooner about the pain she’d been having…” When she trails off, she turns away, and though I can’t know for sure, I swear she wipes away a tear. “Anyway,” she continues, her back turned to me as she finishes draping the paper over the exam table, “After she died, Shep moved in with him and was the one that convinced him he needed to get out of here, away from the memories. Duke doesn’t want to give this place up, but he doesn’t want to be here all the time either, so he combined that with his passion for motorcycles, his medical training, and his military background and formed a sort of and informal Doctors Without Borders MC.”

“MC?” I question. “Motorcycle club? But for doctors? To bring people in rural areas medical care?”

She nods, and I have to admit, I’m impressed. Not only that, but I find myself filled with awe and compassion. It takes a special kind of man to take that kind of unthinkable circumstance and turn it into something good. His grief fuels him to help others, to keep them from suffering the way he has.

“Anyway, that’s why he’s a bit of a grump, and also why Shep is so protective of him.” She shrugs. “We all are, but Shep was in it with him. Elvis and I didn’t meet him until… after. I know I make it all sound simple, but it wasn’t. Duke wasn’t even a doctor when his wife died. That came later.”

I nod, filled with sadness and empathy for this man I barely know, and desperately hoping she’ll tell me more.

“As I understand it, it took some time, and some convincing on Shep’s part, but Duke finally decided that his brother was right, that he needed to distract himself with something—anything. But Duke is also an intentional kind of man.” Ellie faces me once more, smiling a sad smile. “So he went to medicalschool, finished early, and with honors, even. But he didn’t want to work in a hospital or open his own practice.”

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