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“Live and breathe it. So we have a deal?”

“You’ll get sick of the appointments. I’m sick of them already.”

“Never. I love spending time with you.” I grinned. “How about we skip our next class, run and get an early lunch, and then get to your appointment. We can have a Netflix binge marathon tonight.”

“So, I can stay over?”

“Yeah, of course you can.” She didn’t even have to ask that. We were so passed that. “If it is okay with your parents.”

“They don’t even notice when I’m not around.” She smiled dimly at the table and I saw the tears build up in her eyes. “I went home last weekend and Mum actually thought I had spent the whole weekend in my room. She didn’t even realize I hadn’t been home.”

Hannah had spent the whole weekend with me. I didn’t know what it was like to not have your parents breathing down your neck about where you are. If Cyrus could put a tracker on me, he would. He hated it when I went out.

Which was why I spent so much time at home.

“What about Tyson? Surely he notices?” For some reason, I don’t know why, but I had a feeling Tyson would be there for her.

She looked at me. “He’s busy with the club.”

Of course, she knew he was a part of a biker’s club. He proudly walked around with that tattoo on his neck. I also noticed how others avoided him, like they were scared of him and he also had more tattoos running up his arms.

“Well, their loss. Means I score you.” I nudged her shoulder. “And you get the pleasure of watching Alfie play his games.”

“He is getting better at COD.”

“I’m surprised you knew a game he didn’t.”

She shrugged. “It’s old.”

“Yeah, well, you are good at it.” I took my hand off her knee. “So, food after this?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” She sighed. “I’m actually thankful you are coming because I’m really nervous. And plus it means I get out of walking there.”

“You’ve been walking to your appointments?”

“Yep. And I hate it.”

“Well, I’ll personally be driving you to every one now.” I grinned at her. “And you can’t stop me. But I do have plans for Saturday night. I’m being dragged to a club party.”

Cyrus was making it mandatory I went. Something about not seeing me enough.

“Any club I would know?”

“It’s just the deadly dozen drinking it up with Satan’s Sons. Should be a boring night.” I shrugged. A night filled with drunken bikers. Not that one of them would make a move on me. I would be super glued to Cyrus’s lap.

Hannah grinned at me like she knew something I didn’t. I frowned seeing it. Why would she be grinning at that? Me suffering with bikers for a night shouldn’t have anyone grinning.

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Reaper was laughing with Brad and Cameron, who I’d just met, and Cyrus was busy telling him the rest of my misfortune when I went on a run with them back home. I had only gone on that run because Cyrus needed me.

The story did have its points. There was a midget involved, a gun, and Cyrus’s personal favorite: me walking in on a threesome.

Cyrus had his hand on my back and was keeping me on his lap while he kept telling them the details.

I sipped my beer and tuned out the loud bikers, the roaring music and the clashing of pool cues with balls. I was going to my own planet. One that I had been spending a lot of time in since Hannah told me what was happening.

We were waiting on the results of the biopsy. Next Thursday we should get them, which felt like forever away. I kept reassuring her everything was fine and would be fine. But she didn’t believe me.

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