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She ignored the nymphs and their madam and explored the labyrinth of the lodge instead. History oozed out of every plank and sturdy wall. She could only imagine how many lives had been affected by this biker club within these walls over the years.
Isa lifted her leg onto the sofa arm and leaned over until her head nearly reached her ankle, stretching her hamstring. This was as close to graceful as she got. Her mother insisted on ballet lessons until she was a teenager. With her tall stature, she’d failed more than succeeded in the ornate art. The one thing she took away from the classes was stretching. She did it every night before bed.When I remember.It soothed her mind and allowed her to focus on something other than herself. Normally. Tonight, her thoughts raced with the possible outcomes for Doc and her friends.
He loves me.His words had rotated in her mind all afternoon. She smiled absently. He’d said it so easily, almost as if he was always meant to say those three words to her.
And I didn’t bloody tell him I love him back.Isa cracked her neck and cursed silently. The words would’ve flowed if Hawk hadn’t interrupted them. It was the reason she couldn’t fall asleep without seeing Doc. She needed to tell him.
“I’m heading upstairs,” Queenie said above the hum of Mozart.
Tilting her head, she paused her music and smiled at the MC mother. Queenie’s brown hair was pulled back in a messy bun on top of her head, a tattoo poking out from her sleeve. “Okay. Have you heard anything?”
Queenie shook her head. “Sorry, sweetie. I’m sure Doc and the crew will be fine. They’d call if they ran into any trouble. That boy knows his way around an injury.”
Isa smiled and stretched her left leg next. “He does. I’m still amazed he never finished medical school after his mum died.”
“Sometimes life has a way of showing you what’s important. For Doc, family became his number one priority. It’s why he came to Colorado and joined the club.”
“I thought Reaper asked him.”
“In a way, yes, but it was Doc’s decision.” Queenie gave her a hug. “One he made after weighing all the options. I think you’ve known him long enough to realize my nephew doesn’t jump into something without thinking.”
“No. I guess he’s special in that way.”
Queenie chuckled. “Hell, I’m glad you came around when you did. Doc’s not the same man who patched.”
“Thank God.”
They both laughed, and then Queenie looked at the large clock on the wall. “You going to be all right down here by yourself?” Isa nodded. “All right. Rubble and a few prospects are over in the tech tower, but they’ll check in on ya. Night.”
She waved goodnight before returning to her stretches and turning her music to a local pop station. Normally she’d go to bed, but with Doc gone, she couldn’t close her eyelids until he was safely in her arms.
After another ten minutes of limbering her limbs, Isa made her way to the kitchen. With a catchy Maroon 5 song blaring in her ears, she flicked on the light switch and frowned when nothing happened. She tried it again with the same result. Immediately, she wondered if the storm cut out the power.
Pulling out one earbud, she listened to her surroundings. A creak of wood sent her heart pumping.
“Hello?” She poked her nose out of the kitchen and glanced around the lodge. “Anyone there?” Several other lights shone in the darkness, but no response came.Odd.When no other sounds met her, she chalked it up to faulty wiring and her overactive imagination.
Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she opened it and turned. A scream caught in her throat at the sight of three bulky men towering around her. She dropped the bottle, water splashing up and hitting her leg.
“If it isn’t the Macha princess herself,” one of the men said, his Irish accent prevalent.
Before she could react, a beefy hand clapped over her mouth. Another face came into view, and her eyes bugged. He was so familiar, but she couldn’t place him. That man hoisted her off the ground. She struggled at the sudden restraints on her wrists and bit her captor’s palm to no avail.
Oh God.This is how I’ll die!
She couldn’t remember leaving the lodge, but the distinct smell of blood stayed with her long after she passed out.
33
Doc
It wasn’t good.The rain completely washed out the right shoulder of the mountain highway and sent Cueball and Snoopy off the road. By the time they arrived, Cueball had pushed his motorcycle back up on the main highway and a red flare sat next to him. He stood with his hands on his hips, his body completely coated in mud.
Judging from the matching bike, Cueball was lucky, laying his bike down just before he tipped over the edge.
“You okay?” Doc asked, hopping out of the pickup, medical bag in hand. Hawk clambered out of the driver side and went to the truck bed for supplies.
Rain steadily fell as his brother reached him. “Yeah. Got cut up, but I’ll be fine.”
