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Amber fell in line with all the motorcycles and followed them toward Berrington. Once regrouped, she could make sure everyone truly was good and get their information. Those who needed medical care actually did and even though she didn’t work on the man called Baldy, he was Kristy’s husband and she was her patient. No matter how briefly and she wanted to make sure everyone they sent to the hospital would be okay and go home to their families.
Pulling into the Grab and Go, she found a spot at the edge, parked her van and got out. Popping her head back in the van, she eyed Callum with her patentedmom’s gonna kick your asseyes. “Stay—in—the van,” she warned.
“Yes mommy,” he moped as he glanced out the window to the sea of chrome and leather.
She approached the couple she knew were the doctor and nurse, their status unknown to her in the group beyond being in charge in trauma situations. “Hey.” She waved. “Sorry to intrude, I just wanted to get your information, so I could call and check up on everyone. Or social media stalk, if you didn’t want me to reach out. Not trying to intrude, it’s just…”
Amber’s belly tumbled and tightened, when she’d worked in emergency medicine she learned quickly it didn’t matter who, what, where or how the patient came to her. They were human and deserved the best treatment she could give. On the street, she might have crossed to avoid this group, but right now she was still in the mode of caregiver and seeing more similarities than differences between those around her. Even with the heavy rings, leather chaps, and coats claiming ownership of men on the women.
“That’s so sweet of you. Five minutes or five years, a patient is a patient, right?” the woman said. “I’m Nova and this is my husband, Red.”
Amber shook her hand, then shook Red’s. “Amber—Ferguson, it’s nice to officially meet you. I sure hope everyone is okay. The man, Baldy he—” A shiver tore through her body at the memory of the man she wanted to throttle for not wearing a helmet. How they could ride that way when the man named Red was a doctor and knew better was beyond her.
“They’re tough. I think most, with a little medical attention, will be home tonight,” Red said, the worry and weight of it all evident on his face. “Lil’ Bit’s broken leg gonna have her in the place for a day, maybe two. Baldy’s the one we’re all praying extra hard for.”
“The air ambulance, did they take them to Billings?” Amber asked.
“Yeah,” Red said. “Their trauma center—”
“Is great, I was on the team there for about five years.”
“Nice,” Nova said.
Amber wondered about the name on her coat,Roadkill.
Nova pulled up her social media on her phone so Amber could send her a friend request.
“Baldy at least had a pulse,” Red said though the optimism didn’t reach his eyes. “He’s pretty banged up, so we’re just working out who’s taking shifts at the hospital. Thanks, again, for your help today.”
“I’m just glad I was running late and there to help.” Amber turned and walked away.
“Hey!” A deep voice, jarred her as the man who’d brought her Callum ran up to her. “Hi, my name is Mountain. I just wanted to thank you and see if I could get your number. Maybe have you come to the clubhouse and we could properly thank you for all your help today?”
“Um.” Amber glanced over her shoulder to the van then back to the land mass of a man in front of her. A mix of clean cut, with a full beard, perfectly trimmed and cool blue eyes. Butterflies were taking off in her belly, but at this point, her adrenaline had been spiking for close to an hour so who knew if it was the muscular Mountain causing the surge and crash of hormones. A part of her worried about giving him her information for a minute then she realized Nova and Red already knew where to find her, what was one more man in leather going to do? She took his phone, “I’ll put my information in your phone then you text me and I’ll have yours, okay?”
“Sure.” Mountain stood there.
His smile was setting off waves of gooseflesh. Something about the look he gave her had her unsettled in a way she hadn’t been in a while. Maybe because she couldn’t remember the last time a man made her feel as if he were undressing her with his eyes. Warmth flooded between her thighs and she feared the long ago forgotten part of her had caused a tidal wave in her panties. Jesus, she wasn’t some teen girl with the bad boy making moves. She was a grown ass woman who knew better.
She quickly put in her information into his phone and handed it back. “There you go.”
“Thanks.” He glanced down then back up and laughed. “Amber, the woman you should call. Well, I would say I will definitely call you.”
“About your friends,” she said as heat burned her cheeks at the forward contact she’d created. “In case I don’t hear from…” She wanted to snatch the phone back and switch her words to Ferguson. Straight up, know her name and not the fact her thoughts were rushing to an outdoor sports supply place to get mountain climbing gear.
“Mom!”
Amber looked over at her van.
Her daughter had the front window rolled down and she was leaning out.
Reality, her life, was calling out and Amber smiled at Mountain. “Do you want to meet my daughter? I know you have already rescued my son might as well meet them all. Come on.” She led him over to the van, sure the two kids would kill any chance that she would bethe woman you should call. “This is my daughter Maisie and you know Callum.”
Callum, having already crossed lines with his mother, was seated obediently in his booster seat.
“Hi Maisie, it’s nice to meet you.” Mountain reached out his hand.
