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“What? Was I?”

He nodded, pulling me closer. “What’s on your mind?”

“Just… I’ve never had my own, well, anything.” I never had my own home, never had a dog, and most definitely never really had a man that was all mine.

“I’ll give you the world, Glenda. You just gotta take it.”

Chapter 24

Leigh

The last few days were great. I talked Glenda into waiting to go “work” at the clubhouse until a new week started. We didn’t miss anything since Hammer put a hold on any parties.

Her appointment was today, but we made it through the weekend with no nightmares and no episodes. I still wasn’t getting comfortable yet. Once she started one-on-one therapy, she may have some shit bubbling to the surface. What little I knew about therapy was it often got worse before it got better.

Bama brought the fam by a few times, and we had a cookout Sunday with a few members and they brought some of the girls.

I was doing anything I could to make her see this was her home now. Even though I didn’t want her to be taking care of everything, she seemed happy in the kitchen cooking and baking. We had plans to go shopping for home shit this week so she could spruce up the place.

I also had work to do. Hammer had given me a pass all this time, but I was needed back at the shop, and he had plans for some recon. The rumors about the Scorpions needed to be addressed, so we had some scouting to do.

Glenda was stubborn. I’d not secured anyone I trusted enough to be at the house with her when I was out. Having her at the clubhouse was the only option for now. But Linny was there, along with all the other women, so she’d not be lonely. But it was the only place I knew for sure she was safe in my absence. That was the main reason I caved on her going back to help manage the clubhouse.

“I’m ready,” Glenda said as she entered the kitchen.

I handed her a coffee tumbler. “Want to get a biscuit on the way?”

“That sounds yummy. I shouldn’t have slept so late.”

I stepped in closer, brushing her cheek. “You seemed so peaceful.”

“Well, I’m setting an alarm going forward,” she said, playfully swatting at my chest. “But I did sleep great.”

Kissing her forehead, I told her, “Good. Let’s hit the road. C’mon, Bruce.”

After crating Bruce, we headed out. As promised, we stopped at a drive-thru and got some breakfast. She ate on the way but I waited.

The office park was next to the clinic, so I was familiar with the area. Still, when we arrived, I walked her inside.

It was only one story, mostly light brick and perfectly manicured bushes along the length of the building.

The double doors automatically opened and we were met with another set of automatic doors. There was a reception desk as we entered the quiet and cool area.

“Can I help you?” the older woman with short, white hair asked.

“Dr. Stanley’s office, please,” Glenda said quietly.

Looking behind me, I noticed there were no chairs.

“You’ll head down the hall,” the woman said, pointing. “Take the second hall on the right and sit tight.”

I followed Glenda, checking out every room and sign we passed. There was an alcove with two vending machines between the two hallways as well: one for drinks, one for snacks.

After turning down the hall, we were met with a small room with only four chairs and one small table in the corner with a fake plant atop it. A small side table held a one-cup coffee maker, a basket of coffee pods, paper cups, sugar, and individual half-n-halfs.

“No sign in sheet,” she said lightly, looking around. “Did you see a desk or anything?”

Shaking my head, I said, “No, just doors. I’ll wait with you.”