Edge of Ashes (Sons of Ash Motorcycle Club) by Brynn O'Connor Page B

He’s stable and would provide a great home
environment for kids one day…if of course I wanted that. For some damn reason I
always end up with the bad boys instead. There’s just something about a man
who’d do more than talk a good game if someone hassled me. Just knowing that
Adam can kick ass is, as much as I hate to admit it, is a huge turn on.
    “Why would you even consider some namby-
pamby boy doctor in the first place? Adam asks me after I bring up Doctor Mike
one too many times.
    Even though I have basically arrived at the
conclusion that bad boys like Adam are a better fit in my life lately, given
that my life may actually be in danger, I still feel the need to argue in favor
of the support and stability a man like an ER physician can provide.
    Adam asks me again. “Why would you even
want anything to do with someone like that doctor guy or any wimpy guy?”
    “I don’t know how about, I’ll never get
shot at or be asked to shoot someone while we’re together. That’s kind of a
plus.”
    “Yeah how’d that work out for you two when
your ex came calling? I seem to remember you both got your asses kicked and you
only didn’t have to shoot anyone because I came to bail you out.”
    “We were doing just fine before you
arrived.”
    “Try telling that to Doctor Mike.” Adam
replies. “I believe he’s still got a size 12 boot print on his face.”
    “Okay fine, so he got the short end of the
stick; big deal. At least if I got hurt he’d be able to save my life.”
    “Not if he’s busy getting his ass whooped
he wouldn’t. Anyway, you need someone who can protect you now and there’s no
one better at that than I am.”
    “Oh I don’t know if I’d go that far Adam.
You didn’t prevent Ripper from sneaking in her with a blowup doll and you
certainly couldn’t keep him out of my bedroom!”
    The instant I say that last bit about
Ripper being in my bedroom I regret it. I wasn’t going to say it but it just
slipped out in the heat of the argument.
    “Wait a second…what was that last part you
said?” He asks. Suddenly his eyes narrow into slits and I can literally hear
his blood beginning to boil.
    “I don’t know if it was him Adam. In fact
it probably wasn’t or he’d have let me know; you know, to terrorize me and
all.”
    “What the fuck did he do Kari!” Adam asks.
    He is getting scary. I know his anger isn’t
really directed at me but since I’m here and ripper isn’t, there’s a little bit
of the kill the messenger mentality going on right now. He is pacing the room
like a caged tiger and it’s not helping me feel any safer.
    “Tell me what he did Kari. I need to know
what his thinking is before I confront him.”
    “I wasn’t actually in the room with him. In
fact I don’t even know if he is even responsible or not.”
    “Kari! Quit your babbling and tell me
what’s going on!”
    “Whose babbling?” Asks Doctor Mike, as he
walks into the nurse’s lounge.
    Oh no! His timing could not have been
worse.
    “Not really your business.” Adam says,
before I can reply.
    “Actually it is,” I object, since part of it
happened here at work.”
    “Spill it!” Barks Doctor Mike with
surprising authority. I don’t think I’ve ever heard this tone before.
    “Fine…you get the abbreviated version. I’m
tired of telling this, so here it is. I think for a second, then take a huge
breath. “Last night I walked into the nurses lounge only to find in effigy a
blow up doll with my name tag on it and even though I was quite shocked it in
no way eclipses my surprise at finding someone has hidden a video camera in my
bedroom and has been secretly recording everything from the view point of my
closet and I am pathetically saddened to report that nothing even remotely
close to romance could have been captured during that lengthy period of time
and while you may be thinking the person responsible for these intrusions is
Adam, I believe the person doing these things is Ripper, the