Page 21 of Bitten By Zombie

“Neither one of them pogues will be awake at this hour. At least not the kind of awake you want to be a part of.”

There was no need to ask for clarification. While she’d only been around their clubhouse for a day or so, she caught on to things fairly quickly.

“Be that as it may.” She managed to break free and stand. “I am an early riser, and I need a shower.”

“Mi casa es sue casa. You know where everything is. Oh, and I noticed the girls dropped your clean clothes and some of their own over there.” He pointed to the top of the dresser.

Heidi grabbed the stack and headed to the bathroom.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned on the light and gasped and dropped the clothes.

“What the fuck?”

”Shit. Sorry, Rabbit. I don’t normally leave my foot in there. Just move it out of the way.”

His foot?

Just move it out of the way?

What in the actual fuck?

How was she just now realizing he was missing a foot? She’d slept beside—okay on—the man last night. Even perved on him in his sleep and didn’t notice anything missing.

Slowly, she made her way over to it like it would bite her.

“Holy shit,” she whispered and covered her mouth with both hands as tears came.

When he’d said his mom mangled his foot, he didn’t mean an injury.

All the little things she’d noticed all clicked into place. From the fact that he’d fallen when she’d jumped on his back to the slight limp.

How could a mother do something so cruel? The question answered itself when her tears for him morphed into tears for herself. Tears she hadn’t let fall until now.

Reaching over, she turned on the shower to drown out the sounds of her finally feeling a little bit sorry for herself.

That didn’t last too long. What had she lost because of her mother? Nothing compared to a limb. An actual fucking limb. But did Zombie feel sorry for himself? No, he fucking didn’t. He even found forgiveness. He was one hundred percent too good for her.

They’d found common ground last night over both having shit moms, but their situations were different. Their reactions to said situations were different. And she refused now to drag him into her shit.

Hiring his company was the perfect solution. Along with bunking with Sherry, which she was positive she would eat up with a spoon since that meant she wouldn’t be in Zombie’s bed.

No, she wouldn’t taint any of them any longer with her problems on a personal level. She’d pay them and keep it professional.

If not for herself, then for everyone else, she would be strong. It was the least she could do since they’d saved her life.

She showered and decided to wear some borrowed clothes. Hers now had bad juju she didn’t want.

Of course, all the women she’d seen around the clubhouse were at single-digit sizes and she was well into the doubles, but the RBMC tank stretched, so did the leggings.

When she stepped from the bathroom, Zombie was sitting against the headboard and scrolling on his phone.

“I hate to ask for even more, but do you have a long button-down shirt I can borrow? All of this.” She grabbed and shook her ass. “Doesn’t need to be on display.”

Heidi was not in the least bit insecure about her size, but wearing skinny bitches’ clothes brought out something she wasn’t ready to address. Insecurities from high school, which is the last time she’d hated her curves.

“Of course I do.” He pointed to the door by the bed. “In the closet, take what you need. But for the record, all of that is fine. And I do mean eff eye in eee, fine. But, yeah, let’s not share that with the rest of my club. I’m not in a fighting mood today.”

Heidi rolled her eyes, dipped in the closet, picked the longest shirt she could, and then stepped back out while putting it on.

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