Indivisible (Steel Talons Motorcycle Club Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

will contact you immediately, and you’ll have a key to my house.” It was the best he could do.
     
    She stared at him for a long time, her eyes liquid and her face drawn. Finally, she nodded. “Thank you, Jim. I’d like that.” She came around and threw her arms around his neck, and Jim just held her, wishing he could take all of her pain inside him and bear the burden for her. She pulled back enough to kiss him and whispered, “I love you.”
     
    It was all he needed to hear. He smiled at her and removed her like a piece of clothing. “Good. You stay here with your father. I’m going to go see a man about a nurse.” He kissed her forehead and left, glancing behind him as she turned back to the sleeping shell of a man.
     
    If memory served at all—and he wasn’t sure it did, considering he had no recollection of the previous night—Boxer had brought him here. Where the hell had the big man gone? Someone of his size didn’t exactly blend into the crowd. He moved as fast as he could to get back to his room, but it wasn’t fast enough for his liking. When he got there, the nurses and techs who were looking for him were none too pleased.
     
    He snapped at them and told them to get his AMA forms. He was signing himself out. They stalked out angrily, as Boxer strode in, looking ridiculous in a set of scrubs. Jim burst out laughing. “I don’t think I could take you seriously as a doctor, brother. I have to admit, if I were any other patient, I’d find you pretty intimidating.”
     
    Boxer scowled at him. “Well, I wouldn’t have to wear this horseshit if you hadn’t blown chunks all over me from the moment you fell out of bed this morning. What’s wrong with you, Wade? You polish off a bottle of Gentleman’s Jack, pass out on two women who dragged your ass to bed, and then disappear from your hospital room before I can even get back to check on you.”
     
    “I had something to take care of.” Jim gave him the once over. “Where did you get those anyway?”
     
    Chagrined, Boxer gestured vaguely. “Your girlfriend grabbed them from a closet down the hall.”
     
    “I’ve got to get out of here. I’ve got something else to take care of. You think you can sneak back in there and find a top for me? In my size, not yours, preferably.” Jim grinned teasingly.
     
    Boxer wasn’t amused. “Man, what do I look like, your keeper?” Jim merely raised an eyebrow, and Boxer stopped bucking up to him. “This is bullshit, Jim. I hope you choke on your girlfriend’s tongue one of these days.” He stalked away, and Jim shook his head. Boxer could be such a child sometimes.
     
    The agitated nurse returned, practically throwing the paperwork at him and then yanking the IV unceremoniously out of his arm. “Thanks, Elvira,” he told her, scowling.
     
    “Whatever, sir. This is the second time you’ve come in on my shift and left like nothing happened. I think maybe you should reconsider your occupation—if you catch my drift.” She glanced meaningfully at Boxer’s sleeve of tattoos, and then she jerked the papers out of his hand and left. “You’re free to go,” she called over her shoulder.
     
    Boxer tossed him the scrub shirt. “I don’t know your size, bro. If it doesn’t fit, I’m not going back.”
     
    But it was fine, even a little loose like scrubs should be. Bravely, Jim opened the bag, finding his boots and holding his breath while he took them out and scrubbed them in the sink. Some orderly would come clean it out, and though he didn’t have any socks, at least he could make it back to the house without being barefoot. “Are we on your bike?”
     
    Boxer gave him a look like he had lost his mind. “The way you were flopping around and spewing your guts at me, I would have never gotten you here. Willie’s out in the truck. Come on. If we’re going, let’s go. I’m tired of people looking at me like they expect me to get angry and turn into the Incredible Hulk.” His words made