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“I know how fucking hot it is.” Mark’s eyes roll. “You’re running a fever, and your damn skin is on fire and getting blotchy.
“Fuck, okay.” I start to wobble, and Mark’s hand shoots out to stabilize me. “I have Tylenol in my purse. Help me get in the van, and I’ll take some and lay down.”
Mark slides open the door and lifts me up like a baby. He sets me on one of the bean bag chairs we have in the back and then pulls out a twin air mattress and the air pump.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“You need to lay down and rest,” he explains. “I’m gonna blow this up so you can sleep while I finish driving to the campground.
“O-o-okay.” My teeth chatter, and my body shakes with shivers.
Mark stops what he’s doing, and his gaze searches mine. “Nope, I’m taking you to the doctor.”
“Mark, I’m not paying just to be told I have the flu,” I say stubbornly.
“Fine,” he snaps. “Then I’m taking you to Boulder City.” His eyes flare, daring me to argue.
“Why in the hell would you want to go to Boulder City?”
“I saved Matt’s—” Mark presses his lips together as he shakes his head. “I mean Soul’s life. That fucker owes me.”
I can’t keep my eyes open and have no energy left to fight him. My eyelids feel as if there are lead weights forcing them down, and I shiver as a blanket falls over my limp body.
Mark is right… I need a break.
“Can I get ya another?”
I slide my glass across the bar to Heather. As Frenzy’s old lady, she doesn’t typically bartend, but she’s helping out since the prospects are busy cleaning the clubhouse.
“Sure, thanks.”
Heather starts to turn around and Soul, who’s sitting on the stool next to me, clears his throat.
“Forgetting someone?” he asks when she looks over her shoulder.
She smiles sweetly. “Nope.”
“Dammit, woman,” Soul snaps. “I’ll take another beer too.”
She arches a brow.
“Please?”
Heather reaches for his glass. “I swear, just because you’re a biker, doesn’t mean you have to forgo manners.”
“I’ve been telling him that,” Cece, Soul’s old lady, says as she sidles up behind him and wraps her arms around his waist. “But he doesn’t listen.”
Soul glances at me with a horrified look on his face. “What the hell is going on?”
“Too much estrogen, Prez.” I smirk. “It’s your own fault,” I say as I nod toward Cece. “You invited her.”
“Watch it, Mal,” Soul growls.
I lift my hands. “Not saying it’s a bad thing. It’s just… different.”
Heather laughs as she fills our glasses and after she sets them in front of us, she rests her hands on her hips. “Cece, you’d think they’d be more grateful to have consistent pussy, but apparently not.”
“I don’t have consistent pussy,” I insist. “Cece belongs to Soul, and you belong to Frenzy. How does that help me?”
