Chapter Ten
Sniper
“T hought I was a goner for a second, Doc.” Falcon reached out and grabbed Katey’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “Thanks for savin’ my life.”
She offered him a kind smile. “Of course. I’m happy I could help.” She looked up from Falcon and her gaze darted around the room at all the eyes suddenly on her. “If you need any help cleaning the wound, you know where to find me.” For the first time since she got here, those words weren’t colored with anger.
The room fell awkwardly silent for a long moment.
“Well,” Katey sighed. “You need to get some rest, and I need to wash up.” She patted Falcon’s shoulder and stepped back.
“Good job.” Diesel’s deep voice echoed across the distance between them. “Thank you, Katey.”
“Hell of a way to introduce yourself.” Rocky grinned at Katey with admiration.
They were right. She’d done one hell of a job tonight and she hadn’t panicked at all. She was cool and calm in the face of unimaginable pressure. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”
She turned to me, her eyes sparkled with mischief as she arched one brow. “Didn’t take you for someone who gave a damn.”
Dammit this woman couldn’t give one fucking inch. “Maybe I don’t give a damn. Maybe I just don’t like watching men bleed out in front of me.” That much was the truth. I’d seen too many men and women die in front of me, in my arms, hell all around me. I’d be damned if I let another one die on my watch.
Her blue eyes narrowed. “Then I guess that’s the one thing we both have in common.” She brushed past me, shoulder checking me as she did, wiping her bloody hands on her jeans like she was some kind of fucking serial killer.
Shit, now I think I might actually like my pain in the ass wife. She wasn’t just an outsider anymore, she couldn’t be after saving Falcon. She wasn’t a burden.
Fuck.
She was now just a complication I didn’t need.
“That look is… interesting,” Falcon observed with a laugh.
“Shut up or I’ll put another bullet in you.”
He groaned. “Then I’ll just have to get your wife to fix me up again. Fine by me, I like her.”
Yeah, that was the problem, I liked her too and I knew I shouldn’t.
Nothing good could come of feeling anything but protective for my wife. I admired her, that was it. She’d done what needed to be done and that was something I respected, period.
Nothing more.
“Okay,” Diesel called out. “Let’s see what we can find about those shooters. Vandal already got photos of the asshole Sniper shot and sent them to Slate. We need to go over the scene again to see what we can find to identify them.” His gaze landed on Falcon. “Just in case it’s not the Dead Crows MC.”
Suddenly the clubhouse was a whirlwind of movement as everyone jumped into action. The women, both old ladies and whores, got busy grabbing towels and sheets, cleaning up the blood while the rest of us went outside to figure out who dared shoot one of us on our property.
I stayed busy enough that I didn’t think about my wife for the next few hours, until it became unavoidable because, after a quick shower I was faced with an important decision.
To sleep with my wife… or not.