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“Harley is safe. And he’s well. Drake, I was there for his attack, too. Harley’s special to me. He’s okay,” Doc Paul replied.
Satisfied for now, I let the matter drop and got Doc another beer.
Harley
When I arrived at eight, I was bone tired and wanted this over and done with. I’d gone to text Oakley during the day and realised she didn’t have a cell. On the way here, I’d stopped off and bought her one. Oakley let me in, and I stared when I saw a tablet on the bed and several magazines. On the bedside table was a phone charging.
“Where did that come from?” I asked, surprised.
“Marsha, Vivie, Rosie, Summer, and Irish visited, and then Lynda did,” Oakley said. “They brought me some items to alleviate the boredom.”
Not a surprise the old ladies had discovered Oakley.
“I just bought you a phone. Never mind, keep it, and if you need a backup, you have one. Have you eaten?” I inquired, slightly miffed that the old ladies had beaten me.Wait, why had Lynda been here?I voiced the thought, and Oakley shrugged.
“Rosie seemed concerned about the scarring on my feet and asked Lynda to do an assessment. Lynda said there will be some, but it won’t impede my walking.”
“That’s good news. I didn’t even consider that. How the hell did they find you?”
“They rang hotels until they found a room booked in your name.”
“Wow, that’s a breach of confidentiality!” I exclaimed.
“I guessed that too. Maybe you ought to speak to reception or the manager. That seems to impact my safety,” Oakley stated.
I couldn’t disagree. On the way out, I’d be having a serious word.
“Oakley, you didn’t answer my question. Have you eaten?”
“No, but I’d just ordered for both of us before you arrived. The food should be here soon. It was so late that I guessed you hadn’t had dinner.”
“I haven’t and only grabbed a sandwich for lunch. Anything you’ve requested will be perfect,” I replied.
“I wasn’t sure. But thought I’d take a risk,” Oakley said a little shyly.
“Let me examine your feet while we’re waiting.”
No offence to Oakley, but I just wanted to check her over, eat dinner, and hit my bed at the clubhouse. I’d another long day tomorrow. However, a lot of my stress seemed to disappear in her presence. Oakley had a soothing aura that relaxed me.
“Tell me about your day,” I suggested as I checked her feet over.
Oakley babbled on, and just as I finished, the meal arrived. We made small talk as we ate, and then I took my leave.
The clubhouse was mostly empty when I arrived. The bulk of Rage would be at home with their families. I couldn’t blame them. Despite Carmine and now Tye looking like they weresettling down, it wasn’t on the cards for me. I was too busy and had too much living to do.
Whatever the old ladies were planning—and I knew they were up to something—they could just forget it. I wasn’t ready for a serious relationship. Plus, Oakley was dealing with her own shit. And I still didn’t know what that was. All I had was a runaway bride story. I made a mental note to call Hawthorne in the morning and see what he had.
Chapter Five.
Harley
“Harley,” Dylan Hawthorne said as he answered the phone.
“Yo, I was wondering if you had an update.”
“Leila just dropped the file on my desk. We have some bare bones, but finding information on Oakley is hard. People appear to be tight-lipped about her,” Dylan responded.
“That seems strange.”
