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I’m lying to them about their mother’s health.
All within the first month of my patching into the club.
Yeah, right now, I am arealtrustworthy brother.
Hurricane’s going to kick my ass when he finds out.
And then, he will kick my ass out and send me packing straight back to LA without a second thought.
My position within Defiance is at stake!
Fuck. This is real fucking bad…
CHAPTER TWELVE
South
Five Days Later
If I said I wasn’t nervous, I’d be lying.
For the past two weeks, I’ve spent so much time trying to keep Ingrid distracted from thinking about today that I haven’t let myself think about what the results could mean—and it’s scary.
As I drive Ingrid in her car to the appointment, neither of us talks. The heaviness of the moment weighs on us both. But I subtly look at her knee, tapping up and down. She’s anxious. So I drop my hand to rest on her knee and gently squeeze. “It’s gonna be okay. No matter the biopsy results, I am here with you.”
She inhales deeply and nods. “I know, it’s just daunting. I feel fine. But in the space of one consultation, it could possibly change the course of my life.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. We will take whatever path and work with it. You’re the strongest woman I know.”
She takes a deep breath. “Okay… thank you for being here with me.”
I pull into the parking lot. “I’m damn happy you chose me to be the person you confide in.”Turning off the car, Ingrid lets out a long exhale, and I reach over, grabbing her hand in mine. “Whatever happens in there, I’m not going anywhere. I need you to understand my words.”
She grimaces. “What if it’s really bad news? I can’t expect you to hang around and watch that.”
My hand cups her face. “I’m in this. I know it’s hard for you to believe, but I'm by your side… rain, hail, or shine.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve your support,” she replies.
Shrugging, I sigh. “I can’t stop myself from wanting to be with you. And however that may come, whatever obstacles are thrown our way, I’ll take it.”
“You’re bordering on obsessive,” she quips with a bright smile.
Chuckling, I nod my head matter-of-factly. “Yeah… I know, but c’mon, look at you. If you saw what I see in you, inside and out, you’d be obsessed too.”
She smiles, moving to open the door. “You’re a real sweet talker, you sonofabitch. C’mon, let’s go get this over with.”
I let out a laugh and slide out of the car, quickly walking to her door. Once she’s out, I place my arm around her waist, and we stroll toward the building. “Yeah, but I’m your sweet-talking sonofabitch.”
Ingrid side-eyes me with a smirk. “Yeah… you are.”
Hearing her admit it—finally—my heart thumps with excitement.
We enter, get her checked in, and then sit and wait for the doctor to call.
I can tell she’s nervous again by how her thumbs twiddle and her foot anxiously taps on the floor. Can’t blame her. Whatever the doctor says is going to affect the rest of her life.
We wait a few minutes before he exits his office and looks at us. “Ingrid, you can head on in. I’ll be with you in a moment.”
