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“Or maybe it would be,” I said.
She shook her head. “Savage does what Savage wants. No amount of talking to him will change that.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
It weighed on my mind—I knew I could trust Bones. But trust Bones to tell me the entire truth about everything the club was involved in? I knew he wouldn’t.
“I’m surprised Bones left you alone. What with his overprotective nature,” Charlie said.
“He only left because he knows you’ll stay until he gets back. Plus, there is the matter of private security patrolling the streets.”
The doorbell rang and Charlie shot me a confused look as she rose. “You expecting anyone?”
I shook my head.
“I’ll answer it,” she said.
Charlie walked out of the living room into the foyer and began to laugh.
“What?” I asked. “Who is it?”
“The fleet,” she said as she opened the door. “Come on in.”
Willa, Mia, Logan and Doc entered the living room.
“We brought food,” Mia said, lifting a casserole dish in her hands.
“You brought food?” I asked. “Why?”
“Why?” Logan repeated. “Because you’re recovering and this is what we do.”
The other Old Ladies nodded in agreement.
“It’s all vegetarian,” Doc announced.
“And nothing sugary,” Mia added.
“Okay, that’s really sweet, but how did you know I was recovering?” I asked.
“Bones called Smoke,” Logan said. “Smoke told me, and then I group texted the Old Ladies with the news. Everyone wanted to come at once, but I thought it was better to come in shifts. There’s a lot of us.”
“Speaking of which,” Doc said. “It’s time to add you to the Old Ladies’ group chat.”
“Aww man, you guys have a group chat?” Charlie whined. “That sounds fun.”
“It’s mostly for informational purposes,” Mia said.
“And dirty memes,” Logan said. “You don’t know how many I get on any given day.”
“Well, come on in,” I said, about to throw the blanket off me and get up.
“You, stay,” Doc commanded. “Let me get a look at those stitches.”
“Charlie, why don’t you show them to the kitchen and get them something to drink?” I suggested.
“Good idea.” Charlie waved at the Old Ladies to follow her.
There was a murmur of conversation as they trailed after her like little ducklings.
