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“You need to see a doctor,” he commanded.
I bristled at his dominance. “I don’t need to see a doctor.”
“You hit your head. You can barely stand up straight.”
“I don’t want to go to the ER.”
ERs were expensive. Money, I didn’t have.
A voice came from behind Slash. “Linden is still at the clinic.”
I looked at the man who’d spoken. A scruffy blond biker stood a few feet away, along with Duke, Savage, Willa, and another biker I didn’t know. The two men who’d come out swinging were nowhere to be found.
“Linden can look her over,” the blond biker continued. “I’ll give her a call and let her know you’re coming.”
Slash nodded. “I’ll drive her.”
“Drive me?” My eyes widened. I didn’t know these people. I glanced at Willa—the only person I was sort of acquainted with, for all of thirty seconds.
“I’d drive you, doll,” she said. “But I’ve been drinking.”
“I haven’t,” Slash said. “I’m sober.”
“I’ll take an Uber,” I protested.
“Woman,” Slash growled. “You’ll be safe with me.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. “You do not get to be offended that I’m reluctant to let a stranger drive me to an unknown destination so this Linden person can check to see if I have a concussion.”
Slash sighed and glanced at the blond biker. “Boxer?”
“On it,” Boxer said. He whipped out his cell phone from the breast pocket of his leather cut and quickly dialed a number. A moment later, a smile flitted across his face. “Doc, I need you to reassure Brooklyn that Slash isn’t going to carry her off into the night instead of bringing her to see you.”
He paused a moment and then said, “She fell and hit her head. We wanna make sure she doesn’t have a concussion.” Boxer handed me the phone. “Talk to Linden.”
I put the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Hi,” a woman replied. “I’m Doctor Linden Ward. I run the Waco Health & Wellness Clinic across town. If you’ve hit your head, I’d really like to examine you.”
I turned away to pretend to have privacy. “Someone named Slash wants to drive me to see you…”
She snorted out a laugh. “I think I see where this is going. You can trust him. You can trust any man who wears a Blue Angels cut. I promise.”
I let out a sigh of relief. “All right. I’ll let Slash drive me.” I hung up the phone and handed it back to Boxer.
“Did you drive here?” Slash asked.
I nodded.
He held out his hand. “Keys.”
“Do you think you can try and be a little less bossy?”
Willa let out a tiny gasp, and the bikers standing around chuckled.
Slash’s expression didn’t change. “No. Keys.”
With a sigh, I pulled my key ring out of my jacket pocket and plopped it into his outstretched palm. I took a step forward and wobbled on my broken heel and would’ve fallen over if Slash hadn’t been there to steady me.
