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He turned left, into the coroner’s suite of offices, and there was Dr. Sarah Miller, akaSmokey, Widow Maker’s little sister, busy doing whatever doctors do.
Tex still couldn’t manage to figure how the two of them came from the same gene pool, but Smokey had saved his ass the week before, so he wasn’t asking too many questions.
He stopped at an open door and knocked on the frame.
Smokey looked up, all Appalachian sky eyes and tawny curls, “Hi!”
“Hey, Smokes,” Tex said, moving past her and into the room.
“New nickname. Cool,” Smokey said, gesturing toward an exam table.
Tex studied it, “Dead body been on it lately?”
“Probably,” Smokey shrugged. “Shirt off.”
Tex slipped out of his cut, folded it and placed it on the table. Wouldn’t be the first time it had touched death.
Button down was next. He didn’t usually wear them, favoring cotton tees, but with the thread still in his shoulder where Smokey had stitched up his bullet wound, wearing a tee was currently a no go.
Tex shrugged out of half his shirt, let it hang, and propped ass on the black topped table.
Smokey did her stethoscope routine, heart and lungs, pulled back the bandage to take a look, and then taped it back down.
“That it?” Tex asked, surprised.
“Yep,” Smokey said, placing the medical gear she’d borrowed into a recycle bin to be sterilized.
Tex chuckled and reassembled his shirt.
“Contrary to my colleagues, I’m familiar with the enigma that is the motorcycle man, and I’m impressed you showed up at all.” Smokey grinned, “I’m not gonna push my luck.”
“Appreciate that,” Tex said, reaching for his cut.
“Healing nicely,” Smokey commented. “Jenna’s been taking good care of it.”
Tex straightened, “Heard you two met.”
Smokey started for the door, “Yeah, too bad you slept through the whole thing.”
Tex followed Smokey out into the blinding hallway. “Heard I missed some fireworks too.”
“Ahhhhh,” Smokey said, rocking back on her heels. “So you did. But as I have not heard from that brother in the past week, it doesn’t appear they were reciprocated.”
“That brother rode out just after he met you,” Tex supplied. “Club business. He’ll be back.”
Smokey smirked, “I know how club business goes. He might not be the only thing that comes back.”
And for Smokey to make that kind of comment, she didn’t just know how clubs worked. Sheknewhow clubs worked.
“Not Ryde’s style,” Tex shrugged, “but when he gets back, I guess we’ll see what we see. Thanks, Doc,” Tex said, turning to go.
“Ummmm, Tex?”
Tex made sure to hide his grin before he turned around, “Yeah?”
“When you see him, will you tell him….” Smokey’s voice trailed off.
Tex threw her a chin nod, “I got you, girl.”
