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“Just checking in.” I straddled my bike and filled my lungs with fresh air. A break from the chaos inside would clear my head and perk me up. The waiting room sucked the life out of me.
“All cool here. No unusual activity.”
“Good. Don’t be sleeping on the job.” I smirked, knowing it would piss him off.
“Excuse me? I fucking ran on catnaps during missions in the desert. I won’t be sleeping until I’m in a goddamn bed. But even then, I’d have a warm body to plow into instead of fucking sleeping.”
“Okay, man. You don’t sleep ever because you’re a vampire.” I let out a hearty laugh. “I’m just screwing with you. Jeez, chill.”
“I don’t chill when on the job.”
See? He was meant to be a Knight.
“That’s good…. Prospect Goode.” I held back another chuckle. I hadn’t seen Easton Goode crack so much as a smile, much less laugh aloud.
“You the club’s official jester or something?”
“Occasionally. Have you spoken to Mason?”
“An hour ago. Nothing amiss on his end either.”
“Excellent. So how do you like North Dakota?” Might as well shoot the shit a little. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to the new prospects since they arrived a couple of weeks ago. Cobra had put them with Buff for several days to tour our territory, then they spent a day with Spectre and Bone before we went to Minot.
“It’s better than the desert.”
“Where are you originally from?”
“California.”
“Nice. Never been, but California girls sure are hot.” From what I saw in movies and on social media.
He grunted.
“Not much of a talker, are you?”
Another grunt.
Screeching tires stole my attention and put me on alert.
A car stopped in front of the double doors of the ER. Lots of shouting came from inside the cage. The driver got out, a tall man dressed in all black like a gangster. Another hopped out of the passenger side. They pulled a limp body from the back as hospital staff ran toward them with a gurney.
My nurse appeared. I got off my hog, my heart launching into a gallop.
The yelling escalated, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. One guy touched his lower back, the sort of move someone did if they had a gun tucked into their pants.
“Easton, get to the ER. There might be trouble.” I ended the call, stalking toward my woman.
“Save him,” one guy told Nurse Naughty.
“We’ll do our best.” She followed after the others.
“Hope,” I shouted.
She stopped and turned around. “Oh my God. I don’t have time for this.” She ran into the building.
That was fine. I’d gotten my answer.
Hope—a beautiful name for an even more beautiful woman.
