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chat, baby sis. Who the hell, I mean heck, is Blake?” At least he doesn't sound so mad now.
    It all came out at once, my words running into each other. “Adam! Blake is so handsome. I think you’ll really like him. He has a condo up the beach. We had a great lunch date. Well. I’m not sure if it was a date, but he paid for it….well was going to until he tripped the waiter.”
    Adam laughed a little. “Slow down would you. You really like him, don’t you? You sound bubbly, more so than normal. So, he tripped the waiter? Why the fuck? I mean freak. Anne, you’re killing me with the no cussing rule. Anyways, why’d he do that?”
    “The guy made a disabled comment. But I think he’ll know better if he ever thinks about saying something like that again.”
    “Hmm, he protected my baby sis, did he? I may like this guy after all.”
    “I hope so, Adam. I think I really like him. I know it's early, and we’ve just met, but I just have that feeling, you know?” I hold my breath, worried about his answer. Protective Adam has a habit of scaring guys off.
    He sighs again, and I can't tell for sure if he's just humoring me. “Yeah, I know sis. Just like in all those romance books you’ve been reading all your life. I only want the best for you. Don't ever forget that, okay? I’ll come up in a few days and meet him. Give me some peace of mind. By the way, have you taken your medicine yet?”
    “Sure, I miss you. I hate to admit it but it gets too quiet here late at night. Plus, can’t wait for you to meet him. Maybe bring something to grill?”
    “Sure, baby sis, whatever you want. It’s late, you better start rolling to bed before those meds of yours kick in.”
    As much as I hate to admit it, he has a point. I don't want to get groggy half way to bed. “Yep, you’re right. Talk to you tomorrow. Love you.”
    “Love you, Anne.”
    Well, that went a whole lot better than I thought it would. Laughing a little, I imagine his face when he sees Blake’s wheels. “This weekend’s gonna be fun.”

Chapter Five: Blake
    Hate leaving like that. God knows what she must think. And hell if she talks to her brother, who knows what he'll tell her. What I just did there is exactly what he expects from me, even without knowing me. Hell, it's what I'd expect and I don't even have a sister, let alone one as beautiful as Anne. I’ll have to make it up to her later.
    Wheelchair or not, the club still comes first. No way around that. Any of the Hell Raiders Tennessee would give their life for me, and I would do the same for them in a heartbeat. Yet when they needed something, here I'd been, thinking more with my dick than my brain. Meant to get the info back to Jelly sooner. Late could mean Hell Raider blood spilled, and then where would I be?
    Anne and her brother can’t sidetrack me right now. I push them to the back of my mind and force myself to use a little self-discipline. The Raiders are counting on me now and for some reason they still have me sticking around so I need to keep their respect.
    Ready to dive headfirst into digging up whatever I can find about the men that visited the club yesterday, I get in a rush, going way faster than I'm used to in the chair. A rough patch in the sidewalk just ahead reminds me of the risk and I grip the wheels a little harder to cut the speed. The friction quickly becomes painfully hot and my hands slip.
    In a split second, I lose control, going down the hill fast. “Shit!” My wheels spin too fast to even attempt to steer, forcing me to rely on a sense of balance I no longer possess. If I'm lucky, I can crash onto grass instead of the side of a car, or maybe worse, the pavement.
    Just before I get to the bottom, the grade of the hill eases out and my chair slows just enough for me to get my wheels back under control. I need to look into getting a pair of those racing gloves they tried to talk me into at rehab. At the time, I said I wouldn’t need them, never expecting to leave the