Without waiting for a goodbye from either one of them, and smirking when I heard Dr. P say I was rather abrupt, I headed back out to my bike.
But not before I caught the eye of two police officers who eyed me based solely on the cut that was on my back.
I was a member of the Battle Crows MC. I was known by almost every single member of law enforcement in two counties.
Funny enough, not because of them catching me doing something illegal—not because I didn’t commit illegal acts, but because I did not get caught—I was a staple in the police community. When people got dead, I was called to clean up the mess.
“Fellas.” I nodded at them as I passed.
Both jerked their heads up at me in hello, but I didn’t stop to talk.
In fact, I had planned on walking all the way out to my ride, but a sobbing redhead caught my eye.
She had her hands pressed to her face, and she was really cutting up.
Like, if I wasn’t so fuckin’ intimidating, I might go up to her and see if she was okay.
I walked to my bike instead, straddling it and yanking on my helmet, my anger at seeing a woman cry more than evident in my movements.
What had happened to make her cry?
She was gorgeous. Which was really fucking weird of me to notice, seeing as she looked as if her world was crumbling all around her.
Her hair, straight, thick as fuck, and all but engulfing her upper body, almost seemed to shine in the sun.
It wasn’t like an orange red, either, but almost like a fall red. Like the color of brownish-red leaves that definitely didn’t fall anywhere down here.
More like the red leaves’ color you only saw in pictures from up north.
I sat there so long that eventually the girl got herself together, her eyes started to scan the area to see who was around.
Luckily, due to my stillness, she skimmed right over me.
That’s when I saw that her eyes were violet.
Like, no fuckin’ joke, her eyes were goddamned purple.
Purple wasn’t a real eye color… was it?
I wasn’t sure.
What I was sure about was the fact that she took my breath away.
Even with her face all splotchy due to her crying, and her eyes rimmed red with her makeup running down her cheeks, she was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.
And that was saying something, because I had a lot of girls showing their interest in me.
That was just something that had happened for me since high school. A, because I was a Crow, and Crows were infamous in Intercourse, Texas. And B, now it was even more exciting to date a Crow seeing as we’d formed a motorcycle club.
So yeah, I had my fair share of chicks looking for a ride on the back of my bike.
A lot of them were hot.
But this girl… there was just something about her that sent a thrill through me.
Eventually, though, the girl got up and started to walk away.
I started my bike then, causing her to look over her shoulder directly at me.
Her mouth opened wide in surprise, and she blinked a few times as she tried to bring me into focus—yes, she was still crying.
I strapped my helmet on, allowing her to look, and allowing myself to look as well.
Sitting down, I’d been able to see very little of her body.
But goddamn.
Standing up?
She had hips for days, thighs that were thick, and her ass. My god, was it a masterpiece.
Her hair danced down the length of her back, tickling the part right above the small of her back that I’d rest my hand on if I were walking next to her.
I sat there with my feet on the ground, holding my bike steady, until she turned and started to walk faster toward her car.
A Cherokee. With some fuzzy dice in the rearview mirror.
Shit, that was cute.
Even cuter was the way she looked at me as she got in her car.
Curious but wary at the same time.
After I saw the locks go down, I put my bike into gear and started out of the hospital parking lot, wondering if I’d ever see her again.
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