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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
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Table of Contents
Chapter One | Jemma
Chapter Two | Jet
Chapter Three | Jemma
Jet
Chapter Four | Jemma
Chapter Five | Jet
Jemma
Chapter Six | Jet
Chapter Seven | Jemma
Jet
Chapter Eight | Jemma
Chapter Nine | Jet
Jemma
Chapter Ten | Jet
Chapter Eleven | Jemma
Chapter Twelve | Jet
Chapter Thirteen | Jemma
Jemma
Chapter Fourteen | Jet
Chapter Fifteen | Jemma
Chapter Sixteen | Jet
Chapter Seventeen | Jemma
Chapter Eighteen | Jet
Jemma
Chapter Nineteen | Jet
Chapter Twenty | Jemma
Jet
Chapter Twenty-One | Jemma
Chapter Twenty-Two | Jet
Jemma
Chapter Twenty-Three | Jet
Chapter Twenty-Four | Jemma
Chapter Twenty-Five | Maggie
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Devil’s Knights Series
Loving Lo
Finding Cyn
Gravel’s Road
Battling Troy
Gambler’s Longshot
Keeping Meg
Fighting Demon
Unraveling Fayth
Forever Lo
Devil’s Knights 2nd Gen
Passing the Torch
Riding the Line
Royal Mess
Changing Lanes
Bucking Tradition
Reining It In
Skid Row Kings Series
DownShift
PowerShift
BangShift
Fallen Lords MC Series
Nickel
Pipe
Maniac
Wrecker
Boink
Clash
Freak
Slayer
Brinks
Fallen Lords Christmas
Kings of Vengeance MC
Drop a Gear and Disappear
Lean Into It
Knees in the Breeze
Midnight Wreckage
Thrill Seeker
Livin’ on the Edge
Blacktop Freedom
Ride or Die
Powerhouse MA Series
Dropkick My Heart
Love on the Mat
Black Belt in Love
Black Belt Knockout
Nitro Crew Series
Burndown
Holeshot
Redlight
Shutdown
Royal Bastards MC: Sacramento, CA
Playboy
Six-Gun
Monk
Rebel
Barracuda
Jet
VII Knights MC: Golden, CO Chapter
Iced
Sweet Love Novellas
Sweet Burn
Five Alarm Donuts
Stand Alone Novellas
Kissing the Bad Boy
Trapped with the Bad Boy
Daddin’ Ain’t Easy
Silas: A Scrooged Christmas
Wanting More
Mama Didn’t Raise No Fool
Tangle My Tinsel
Mr. Motorcycle
Oral Communications
Coasting In
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
About the Author
Coming Soon
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Chapter One
Jemma
“Jess is out for three weeks.”
I looked up from my bright computer screen. “Come again?”
Maggie flopped down on the chair in front of my desk. “Jess is out for three weeks because her dad is having major surgery. She took three weeks to take care of him.”
That sucked. “Oh, no. I hope her dad is going to be okay.”
Maggie leveled her gaze on me. “The door is shut, and it’s just you and me, Jemma.”
I clamped my lips and closed my eyes.
“Come on,” she goaded. “Let it out.”
“That fucking sucks!” I blurted. The PT department was already short-staffed, and now it was going to be even worse. “Did she really have to take three weeks?” I totally understood why she took time off. It was her dad after all. If mine was still alive I would have done the same thing. But three weeks?!
“There’s the reaction I was waiting for,” Maggie laughed. I heard the jar of jellybeans on my desk clink, and I knew Maggie had grabbed a handful.
I opened my eyes and quirked my eyebrow. “How do you know about this before I do?” I questioned. I was the director of the Physical Therapy department. No one took a day off or worked without me knowing about it.
Maggie shrugged and popped a jellybean into her mouth. Maggie was the only one I let eat my jellybeans. They weren’t the cheapie ones that cost pennies. They were the gourmet ones that cost way too much, but they tasted way too good. “I might be sleeping with Perry who works in HR.”
“Might?” I drawled. I shook my head and reached for my phone. “Girl, you are going to get yourself in trouble if you keep sleeping with every good-looking guy around here.”
“He’s more dependable than he is good looking. I’m trying to be less shallow and find the daddy of my future babies.”
My hand froze in the air. “Future babies?” Maggie was always looking for the next party and hot guy to sleep with. Never had I heard her talk about having babies now or even in the future.
“Not future like tomorrow, but maybe a year or five from now.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Good to know. I was thinking I was going to have to start being Aunt Jemma.”
Maggie scoffed. “Negative, ghost rider.”
I grabbed the receiver of my phone. “Maybe I should call Perry and get the official news from him about Jess.”
Maggie flitted her hand at me. “You can. I already know the details.”
“Maggie,” I chuckled. I called Perry and tried to act like I didn’t know what he was telling me.
I hung up and sighed. “This really sucks.”
“Looks like you’re going to have to get your hands dirty, boss.” Maddie leaned forward and grabbed another handful of jellybeans. “Do you even remember how to work?”
I clamped my lips together and raised my middle finger. “I work every day, Maggie.”
Maggie smiled wide. “You do, but you’re not hefting and lifting patients like you did when you first started working here.”
That was true, but that didn’t mean I forgot how to work. I grabbed the schedul e and pointed at Jess’s name on the schedule. She had six patients today and I needed to get moving if I didn’t want to get behind. “I can more than handle six patients in a day.”
Maggie sat back and smirked. “This is going to be fun to watch.”
I pointed to the door. “You can take your jellybeans and go, woman.”
Maggie gave a limp salute and stood. “You got it, boss lady. Try not to pass out before the day is over.” She strolled out of the office and left the door open.
Well, that changed all of my plans I had for the day. Now I needed to be the boss and also help patients.
This was going to be interesting.
Chapter Two
Jet
“Why can’t I just go home?”
“You can go home, just not right now. You need to do some intensive rehab if you want to get control of your shoulder and arm again.” The doctor looked up from the computer he was sitting at. “Pine Clove Rehab is one of the best in the area. You spend a couple of weeks there and you’ll be as god as new.”
“I’ll be able to ride?” I questioned.
“Once those nerves come back you should be able to.”
Thank fuck. “Can’t I just do the rehab at home?” I had been in the hospital for over three weeks now. I had smashed my head when I had been shot and been in a coma for two weeks to get the swelling in my brain to go down. They could just print off a list of exercises, right?
In the time my wounds had healed but I couldn’t move my right arm. I wanted to move the damn thing, but it just fucking wouldn’t.
“Two weeks at least, Jet. Maybe if you do really well, they’ll let you out early, but that will be up to Jemma and the staff.” The doctor logged out of the computer and looked over at me. “You’re doing good, but you need rehab.”
“You know that Amy Winehouse song?”
My eyes snapped to Mitzy who was sitting in the corner with Monk next to her.
“Mitz,” Monk growled.
Mitzy held up her hands. “The doctor told her she needed to go to rehab and look what happened to her.” She sliced her hand across her throat. “Dead.”
Monk scrubbed his hand down his face. “Fucking hell,” he grumbled.
“I believe Miss Winehouse died of an overdose, and the rehab Miss Winehouse talked about is not the same as Pine Clove. They do physical therapy, not addiction.”
Mitzy shrugged and sat back in her chair. “Tomato, potato.”
“Did you hit your head in the shower this morning or something?” Monk asked. “Honestly.”
Mitzy lifted her middle finger and glared at Monk. “No, but I can tell you that you won’t be hitting it in the shower anymore.” Mitzy glanced at the doctor. “Hitting it is referring to sex in the shower.”
“He’s a doctor, not a forty-year-old virgin, Mitz. I think he knew what you were talking about.”
“I picked up what you were laying down.” The doctor stood and nodded at me. “Take it easy, Jet.” His cheeks had blushed pink, and he cleared his throat.
“Byeee,” Mitzy sang.
“Doc,” Monk grunted.
His nodded stiffly and beelined out of the room.
Monk stared at Mitzy and folded his arms over his chest.
“What?” she whined.
“It’s pretty scary that you don’t even know what you just did,” he grumbled.
Mitzy glanced at me. “What did I do?” she asked.
“You’re just being you, doll.” That was the whole damn truth. Mitzy was a handful, and on some days, she was two handfuls. Monk had signed up for that and he was along for the ride that was Mitzy.
Mitzy huffed and folded her arms over her chest. “I say what I want and call it like I see it.”
“Maybe you could just hold back from telling Jet’s doctors about having sex in the shower,” Monk suggested.
“Well, I will stop telling people that because it isn’t going to happen for you for a long time,” Mitzy drawled and clicked her tongue. “No more, mister.”
“We’ll discuss this later.” Monk stood and straightened his cut.
“Where are you going?” Mitzy asked.
“Nurse is coming in.”
A knocked sounded on the door.
“When did you become psychic?” Mitzy demanded. “How did you know someone was going to knock?”
The door pushed open and one of my nurses walked into the room. “Looks like you’re busting out of here and headed to Pine Clove,” she chirped. “They have the best salad bar there.”
“Thank god,” Mitzy laughed. “They’ve got a great salad bar, Jet, so we know you’ll be in great hands.”
Monk grabbed Mitzy’s hand and hauled her up. “We’re going to get some fresh air.”
“We are?” Mitzy asked.
“Yes,” Monk growled.
Monk hauled Mitzy out of the room and swung the door shut behind them.
“They’re an interesting couple,” the nurse laughed.
“They balance each other out,” I shrugged. Mitzy and Monk just made sense. There wasn’t a reason to question how or why they were together.
It just worked.
The nurse chittered while she typed away at the computer for the next fifteen minutes.
I was getting closer to being back at the clubhouse. I just had to spend a couple of weeks in rehab, and then I was back.
The first thing I was going to do when I finished rehab was find the person who had tried to kill me and kill them in return.
Chapter Three
Jemma
“We’ve got a fresh one coming in. Should be here in about ten minutes.”
I pursed my lips and quirked my eyebrow.
It was half past four and I was ready for the day to be over. I would never admit it out loud, but I was exhausted from my first day of picking up the slack with Jess being out.
So exhausted.
“And you need a PT with you to get them settled in?” I asked Manda, one of the nurses.
“You got it, boss lady. You can meet me at the front desk in ten minutes. I’ll try to make it as painless as possible.” She smiled wide and flounced out of my office.
I was done with all of my appointments today and was hopeful I wouldn’t have to get out of my chair for the next half an hour before I clocked out for the day.
No such luck.
I pulled up the schedule with hopes that maybe Maggie or one of the other PT’s could handle it, but they were all busy with patients until five.
It was day one of Jess being gone and I was already ready for her to come back.
I wrapped up the chart I was looking at and made my way out to the front desk.
Pine Clove Rehab was an in-patient facility that had seventy-five patient rooms, six different rehab rooms, and a sixty-foot pool equipped with any and everything needed for rehab.
“Just in time,” Manda called. “The van just rolled up to the door.”
I leaned against the front reception desk and crossed my arms over my chest. “We’ll take the elevator to her room, right?” I asked.
Maggie laughed and nodded to the van. The side door opened and a very grumpy looking man in a wheelchair sat there.
A young, grumpy looking man.
And handsome.
Just, wow.
The sliding doors to the entry way slid open and there was a roar of revved engines coming from the parking lot.
“What is going on?” I asked.
Maggie and I both moved from the front desk and stepped through the sliding glass.
The driver was unfolding the ramp on the van and the man in the wheelchair looked like he was ready to kill everyone.
The motors revved again and then quieted.
“He came with his own entourage?” Maggie laughed.
Four motorcycles had parked in the parking lot and each man was getting off their bikes.
“What in the world?” I whispered.
“Do you think they are going to be here the whole time?” Maggie whispered.
“They’re just here to check everything out,” the man in the van grunted.
The ramp was down, and the driver hopped into the van and gently rolled the man down the ramp.
“You could have just let me walk like I wanted, and you wouldn’t have had to put the ramp down,” the man grunted.
The driver laughed and shook his head. “No can do, buddy. I told you in the hospital, on the driver over, and when I parked that you had to stay in the chair.”
“I got a bum arm, not a bum leg,” the man grumbled.
“He give you hell the whole way here?” One of the guys in the parking lot hollered.
