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)
His brows furrow, a shadow passing through his expression. But he quickly blinks it away and flips Scout's file closed. "I'll perform the surgery," he says, meeting my gaze. "But I want something from you in exchange."
"I can pay you," I say, frowning. "I'm not here to ask you to do the surgery for free." Troian has been working with the insurance company all week to pull off a miracle and ensure they'll cover as much of the surgery as possible. My savings should cover the rest. I'm not the poor girl who grew up in a rundown trailer anymore. Thanks to my job, I'm more than capable of taking care of Scout and myself.
"I'm not concerned about the money, angel," he says, something…possessive in his gaze again. I like the sight of it far too much. "I don't want you sleeping in the waiting room anymore."
"I'm not leaving Scout."
"You won't be leaving her," he assures me. "I have an apartment right across Main Street. You'll have full use of it while she's in the hospital. You'll stay there at night so you're getting actual sleep."
"I can't do that."
"You can."
"I can't."
"You can," he says, narrowing his eyes on me. "You aren't going to be any good to your niece if you're falling over in exhaustion. This isn't a sprint. Until she's strong enough to move here, you need more than a chair in a waiting room."
"H-here?" I gape at him, certain I'm hearing things. "We're going back to California once she's strong enough."
"No," he says quietly, his gaze firm. "You're not. She's going to need continued monitoring and follow up. It'll be a year, maybe longer before you're able to return to California, and then she'll need additional surgeries as she grows. You're here for the long haul."
"I…" I blink at him, trying to absorb this news.
"Welcome home, Sleeping Beauty," he murmurs, throwing my world completely out of orbit. He's not just talking about Texas. I'm not even sure he's talking about Silver Spoon Falls. Part of me gets the distinct impression that by home he means right here with him.
I'm going to strangle Gage.
Chapter Three
Tate
"Let me get this straight," Jude "Fifth" Despora says, his deep voice a rough growl of sound. "Her sister was murdered by an MC, you moved her into your place, and failed to mention that you're the VP of an MC?"
"Something like that," I mutter, jogging up the steps toward the glass doors of the luxury high rise across Main Street from Texas Children's. Located in south-central Houston, the Texas Medical Center campus is the largest medical complex in the world. It sprawls across two square miles of the city, housing twenty-one different hospitals, a plethora of medical institutions, and various associated facilities.
Apartment buildings like this one have cropped up all over the place, making it easier for the people who work here and the families seeking care to get from A to B without having to commute in. I keep an apartment here for days when I'm too beat to make the drive back to Silver Spoon Falls after seeing patients at the hospital here…which happens often. My primary practice is in Silver Spoon Falls, but the hospital there simply isn't equipped to handle some of my more fragile pediatric cases. I perform a lot of surgeries here and hold a heart clinic once a week as well. I end up spending a good portion of my time in Houston.
"You're making me look bad," Fifth complains. He's a lawyer, hence the road name. He likes to plead the fifth whenever he thinks it'll keep him out of trouble. It rarely works outside of the courtroom. He may be a suave bastard, but we know him too well to fall for it. "All this time, I've been telling everyone I'm the third smartest man in the club behind you and Hacker. Clearly, I've been overestimating your intelligence and underestimating mine."
"Asshole," I mutter, laughing. "I have a plan."
"To frighten her off? Because that's precisely what you're going to do," he warns me, his disapproval loud and clear. "If she has a problem with MCs, lying by omission isn't going to win you any points with her, Hands. You know it as well as I do."
"I'm not lying by omission," I say, ducking through the door when the doorman holds it open for me. "I'm doling out the truth in pieces that make it more easily digestible for a traumatized woman who just lost her sister to a bunch of assholes."
"You're so full of shit, for a minute there, you almost sounded like a politician," Fifth snorts.
"Well, if it isn't a lawyer calling the kettle black," I drawl, leaning up against a column to wait for Samara. Fifth's moral compass points firmly north. If Cash is the heart of our brotherhood, Fifth is our conscience. He keeps us all in line, makes sure we keep our noses clean and our heads on straight, but I give him hell about being a lawyer anyway. It keeps him humble.