Page 34 of Bullseye
Nodding, I back down from him.
“All I know,” he explains, “is that we’re planning an expansion. And we need Seth. His connections with the construction company get us materials at cost. And he knows what he’s doing with the booksandthe build. Nick’s worried about a delay in expansion.”
“Because Seth acts like an asshole around Seneca.” I can barely believe what I’m hearing. I’ve always known that Harry had a problem with women, even that he hated them, but I never expected him to act like such a douche. “So, she’s to blame because he wants to get into her pants and she said no.”
“No one’s blaming her—”
“—No one’s blaming who?”
The look in Sen’s eyes right now nearly breaks my heart in two. I was so caught up in my conversation with Harry, I didn’t know she had come back in and was standing near us. I should have realized it just by the feeling of excitement running through me.
“Bullseye? Bullet?” Standing there holding a tray with four coffees, she looks from me to Harry and back again. “Me, right? No one’s blaming me for what?”
Neither of us says a word.
“Oh my gosh.” She takes a step back. “I really thought you guys were different. I thought the Steel Knights was a club that took people at face value. That you were judging me on how well I ride and fix bikes, not based on the fact that I’m a woman who some guys might find attractive. I mean, what is this, the nineteen-fifties? Here.” She hands us each a coffee, and balancing the remaining two, she looks back up at us. “I am so disappointed in you and your club.”
Turning, she walks away and hands a coffee to Nick. He takes it and smiles at her. She walks several seats away from him and plops down. Crossing her legs, she sits back, and her raised foot bounces nervously, making it look like her boot is dancing. Opening the top of her coffee, she blows on it to cool it off and takes a sip.
Damn it. She’s right. This is completely unfair.
Leaving Bullet standing by the door, I begin walking over to her.
“Mr. Nicholas?” Just then, a gorgeous African-American woman with long black hair pulled into a ponytail and wearing a white coat hurries up to Nick.
He stands, and they shake hands. Sen jumps up to join the group, and Bullet and I gather around.
She speaks as Nick continues to shake her hand.
“I’m Dr. Boling. Dr. Holly Boling. I’m the ER doc on call tonight, and I’m the one taking care of Mr. Hardy.”
“Yes, yes.” Nick shakes her hand several more times.
Finally, smiling politely, she pulls her hand away.
“Do you have good news, doc?” he asks.
“Actually, yes. Mr. Hardy—”
“Seth.”
“Okay, Seth got lucky.”
“Thank the Lord!” Nick offers up, a little too loud. “Oh, and you too, doc.”
She smiles. “The shoulder can be a tricky injury. Along with bone, nerves, and major blood vessels, there are three major arteries running through the shoulder. It’s an extremely vulnerable area, and if he had caught an artery, this could have been very, very bad. Thankfully, the knife went in in such a way that I was able to remove it cleanly, without risk of further injury.”
“Wait, you removed the knife?” Nick asks.
“Of course. I’m his doctor.”
I know what Nick sees—this gorgeous, educated, elegant, tall but slim woman who just yanked a knife out of a biker’s shoulder. Damn. Go her.
Seneca grins at her.
“You can see him now if you’d like.”
“Yeah,” Nick says. We all nod in agreement.
