Page 4 of Last Mile

I grinned. “Nothing but being dead or in a body cast will stop me from getting laid.”

With a chuckle, Rev said, “You’re a piece of work, brother.”

We started through the crowd to the back hallway that led to the training rooms. Rev’s phone rang. After grabbing it out of his pocket

and glancing at the screen, he motioned for me to go on to the last door on the left. When I entered, Annabel had her back to me, digging through a bag of medical supplies.

After sneaking up behind her, I bellowed, “Hey there, sexy.”

When the sound of my voice caused her to jump, I immediately felt bad. Although a year had passed since she was enslaved by a member of the Rodriguez drug cartel down in Mexico, she still had moments of being skittish when it came to men. “Sorry about that,” I said sheepishly.

Without looking up from her bag, she replied, “I should be used to it by now.” A smile curved her lips. “Or I should at least be used to you always acting like a dick.”

I threw back my head with a laugh. “True. Very true.”

As she glanced over at me, Annabel’s green eyes widened in horror.

“Don’t worry. The other fucker looks much worse,” I said, hopping up on the massage table.

“I’ll take your word for it,” she said.

“You know, I’m kinda offended that I’ve got a lowly vet tech tending my wounds rather than an MD.”

Annabel jerked her head up. She pursed her lips at me. “Yeah, well, I’m equally offended to have been dragged away from my date night to come down here to look after you.”

Giving her a shit- eating grin, I said, “Sorry, sweetheart, but when you married my brother, you married the club as well.”

“And for better or worse means skipping out on dessert to sew you up?” she asked teasingly.

“Sure as hell does.” After drinking in her appearance in a sexy black dress that showed off her legs and her tits, I gave a low whistle.

“Although I do have to say it’s really better on my part because you’re lookin’ mighty fine tonight, Mrs. Malloy.”

Pink dotted her cheeks as she put the necessary supplies down next to me. When Annabel finally looked me in the eye, she did smile. “Always the flatterer.”

“Always. Of course, I would be a real dumb- ass to insult someone who is about to use a needle on me.”

“For once, you are very wise.”

As she started cleaning the cuts on my face and forehead, I asked, “So, exactly where the hell is Breakneck tonight that kept him from being here?”

“He’s on a date.” After a dramatic pause, she added, “With Kim.”

My eyebrows shot up in extreme shock, causing me to hiss in pain. “Are you fucking serious?”

Annabel nodded as she tossed the bloodied gauze in the trash can beside the table. I couldn’t say I was surprised that Breakneck was getting back in the saddle. The man had been divorced for years, and while he’d been known to hit it with a couple of the older club whores, he hadn’t gotten serious with anyone inside or out of the club. But holy shit, he was stepping out with Kim, the widow of our former president Case. It had been more than a year since Case’s murder, but for the most part, Kim still mourned him.

There had been no one else in the world for her since she was eighteen years old. “That’s the latest from the gossip mill, huh?” With a snort, I added, “You old ladies sure run your mouths.”

“For your information, I found out from Rev, not Kim.”

“Seriously?”

She nodded. “Apparently, Breakneck had asked Rev’s advice about whether he should ask Kim out.” She dabbed some antiseptic along my forehead cuts. While it stung like a motherfucker, I tried not to act like a pussy in front of Annabel. With a dreamy look on her face, she said, “Personally, I think it’s a wonderful idea. They both need someone, and they’re both in the club.”

“Yeah, but boning your dead brother’s old lady is complicated for a dude.”

Annabel stared wide-eyed at me for a moment before grinning.