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“Better?” I asked as I squeezed the excess water out before trying to figure out how chicks did that weird head wrap thing.
“Much,” she confirmed, sitting up and tossing her hair over. “Like this,” she explained, pulling the towel up over it. “Now just gather and twist.”
“I put coffee on,” I told her. “And I will run out and fill your scripts once you’re good in here.”
Maybe a little distance would help me get my fucking head on straight. Just standing near her was making my cock painfully hard.
“You don’t need to do that.”
“And, yet, I’m going to,” I said, and she gave me a head shake with a small smile.
“Well… thanks,” she said.
“I will be back in half an hour, hour at the most,” I told her.
With that, I made my way out, pausing in the hallway to lean against the wall, to take a few deep breaths, trying to get my head on straight.
“Yeah?” I answered when my phone rang as I stood in the pharmacy, looking around at some of the comfort items in the gift aisle.
“How’s shit going?” Huck asked.
“She’s alright. Home. Had a shower. I’m filling her scripts now.”
“Okay. Good. I called Cato and Levee home from their search,” he told me. “They needed some sleep,” he added. “We have the meeting with the gun runner tonight.”
“Right,” I agreed, wincing. Shit. I’d totally forgotten about that.
“You have to be there,” Huck reminded me.
“No, I know,” I agreed. “Did we hammer out a time?”
“Ten.”
“Okay. I will swing that,” I agreed.
“You need to be on your game, Seeley, not worn out and worried about the doctor.”
“I know,” I assured him. I had a feeling that Ama was going to crash once she had her pain meds and her own bed. She’d been restless in the hospital. If she passed out, I would grab a couple of hours too, leaving myself just enough time to run back to the clubhouse, shower, change, and get on the road with them.
“Alright. I’m not doubting, you, man. I know that no one has their shit together as much as you do. I just know that other shit can skip your mind when someone you care about is sick.”
“I will catch some sleep. And I’ll be back at the clubhouse by eight.”
“Alright. We’ll see you then. Oh, and Eddie has been trying to get in touch with you. He’d cut me off from food for a month if he heard I talked to you and didn’t tell you to call him back.”
“Alright. I’m on it,” I agreed, tossing some magazines and books into my cart, then moving onto the heating pad and icepacks aisle. I figured if Ama wasn’t ever really sick or hurt, she might have neglected to pick any of that shit up for herself.
“Man, I texted like ten times,” Eddie answered when I called.
“Sorry. I’ve been busy. What’s up?”
“I wanted to know the doctor’s favorite flavor profiles,” he said.
“I’m sorry… her what?” I asked, snorting.
“What she likes, flavor-wise. Levee said she digs sea salt caramel chocolates. And coffee. So I’ve been working with that. But I didn’t have any favorite notes for main courses. So I had to kind of go with my gut, and old-fashioned comfort foods.”
“Wait… you’re cooking for Ama?” I asked.
