Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
I'm stubborn like that.
"I'd rather be in bed," Cash mutters, "but I've got shit to do today."
I smirk at his surly tone, not surprised he's pissed about it. He owns an investment firm. He's also the President of the Silver Spoon MC, our MC. Between running his company, running the MC, handling our pain in the ass Prospect, and worrying about his pregnant wife, he has more than his fair share to keep him busy these days. Hadley was in an accident a few weeks ago that really shook him up.
"Me too," I say, rolling to a stop at the light on Broadway. "My schedule is packed with patients."
"You're back at work?"
"I've been back," I snort. "Taking care of shit while you were busy taking care of Hadley was overtime."
"I'm not paying you. Consider it payback for you giving us the plague," Cash bitches.
"It was a virus." And it was almost three months ago.
"That you whined about more than anyone."
"Whatever," I mutter, though he's not entirely wrong. Doctors make terrible patients. It's a statistical fact. We're good at healing other people, not at being sick ourselves. But I'm not admitting that to my best friend. He gives me enough grief as it is. "Did you just call to give me more shit?"
"No. I called to tell you that we're giving Rulie and Gloria a bonus."
"We?" My brows rise. Rulie Davis, Cash's PA, is our MC's equivalent of a graybeard. His old lady, Gloria, keeps the clubhouse in order for us. They're family to everyone in the MC, but I get the distinct impression that this we Cash speaks of doesn't include the rest of our brothers.
"We," Cash confirms. "As in me and you, motherfucker. I paid for their vacation. You can help pay for the bonus."
"Fuck, fine," I bitch, though I'm not even mad about it. Rulie and Gloria have been managing both of our lives for long enough…ours and everyone else's in the MC. If anyone deserves a bonus after putting up with our shit for this long, they do. Especially after that damn virus went through the club. Men make terrible patients. It's precisely why I work with kids.
"That was suspiciously easy," Cash remarks as if he expected me to put up a fight.
"They deserve a bonus," I say, letting off the brake when the light turns green. I roll through the intersection and then take the next left, headed toward my office next to the hospital downtown. This early, I'm the only one on the road. "Especially since they have to watch your big ass trying to feel Hadley up every five minutes whenever she's at the clubhouse."
"Man, fuck you," he says, laughing. "You're just jealous the only thing warming your bed is that goddamn ego of yours."
"My ego and I sleep just fine. And we don't have to share the covers."
"We both know you're full of shit," he says. "But I'm going to let you run with that line while I'm living my best life with my wife, and you're running through lotion like it's going out of style, fucker."
"I don't use lotion. I prefer the lube I found in your drawer. Speaking of which, you do know that foreplay isn't optional for women, right?" I ask, pulling into the parking lot of my building. A gray Fiat parked in front of the building catches my attention. I'm not sure if it's broken down or if someone just left it overnight, but the California tags stick out. We don't see many of those this far outside of Houston. "I believe the proper medical term is lick it before you stick it. Do it well enough, and you won't need the lube."
"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response," Cash says, laughing. "Asshole."
I grin, circling around to the back of the building. "I'll bring you a check later."
"Yeah, later," he says and then disconnects.
My chuckle dies when I see that my nurse, Jules, is already here. I've told her a thousand times that she doesn't have to be in until 7:30, but she never listens. She never listens when I tell her to park by the doors if she's going to insist on coming in this early, either. Jules does what she wants to do, my rules be damned. She's a spitfire with a heart as big as this state.
I'm not sure if she adopted me or if I adopted her, but somewhere along the way, she became like a sister to me. Like my older sister, Sariah, she loves trying to tell me what to do. Unlike when Sariah does it, I actually pay Jules for her input. She's a hell of a nurse.
"You're late," she says as soon as I step through the doors.
"No, you're early." I narrow my eyes on her. "Again."
"Nope." She smacks me in the chest with a folder, smirking. "You have a surgery consult this morning, remember?"