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the damn time.
    “Will he be all right?” she asked, finding her voice hoarse.
    “Yeah, if the infection doesn’t get him.”
    She glared.
    “I’ll write him a prescription. No heavy lifting, a bit of rest. He should be on the road within a couple weeks.” Connall unrolled the gauze and created a thick rectangle, which he pressed over Bones’ ruined side. Then he taped another to the back where the bullet had gone out.
    Connall got to his feet.
    “You’re going to stay until he wakes up, right? You aren’t leaving him here?”
    “You insult me, woman. Hell no, I won’t leave him here. Harris will drive him to the club, and I’m driving you.”
    She stared. “On your…bike?”
    “Yeah, that’s all I’ve got. Don’t get too excited. I’m not giving you my helmet. I’ve got an extra.”
    Irritation rippled through her. She didn’t want his stupid helmet anyway. The Hell’s Sons’ tradition of giving their old lady a helmet was equivalent to being asked to go together, if they were fifteen again.
    Connall wasn’t the type. She couldn’t even picture this man as an adolescent. He’d surely been born wearing tight jeans, black leather, and that dark, brooding expression.
    Gently, she placed Bones’ head on the pillow of bar towels and stood. She didn’t realize how stiff she was from kneeling until she unfolded her legs. Pacing back and forth a few times helped a bit, and she went into the bar area. It had cleared out. Not a single customer sat drinking. Whatever had gone down here couldn’t be over—the rivals would come back for more.
    And they weren’t Raiders. She was trying to wrap her head around who had a beef with the Sons.
    “Ready?” Connall was suddenly behind her, a hand on her spine. His big fingers and wide palm seemed to span her whole back, but she was imagining the sensation. He was a normal man. No bigger than Jamison.
    Or O’Dovey.
    She stiffened and he pulled away. When he led her outside, she stopped walking and turned to him. “Will Bones be okay?”
    “Yeah, your boyfriend will be fine.” God, he sounded grouchy.
    “He’s not my boyfriend. And you have a terrible bedside manner.”
    “That wasn’t a hospital bed. It was a hard, dirty floor and he shouldn’t have even taken that hit. It was meant for me.”
    Shock tore through her. “You?”
    “Yeah.” Tall and chiseled with muscle, he stared down at her. She sensed he had an underlying pain but had no idea how she knew it. He sure as hell wasn’t giving anything away with his dark glare.
    “Why would someone come after you? You’ve been in town for what? Three minutes?”
    “Ten days, but I taunted the fucker who shot Bones.” He took off walking toward his bike, long legs eating up the parking lot.
    She skipped behind him. “Taunted how?”
    He threw her a look that said he wasn’t talking. Maybe if she were wearing a cut and a patch, he might. Women were on a need-to-know basis. Or maybe it wasn’t her gender at all. He seemed like a private person.
    When it was clear he refused to answer her, she fumbled for the keys she’d hastily shoved in her jeans pocket. “Will Harris follow us?”
    “Yeah, he was just closing up. Ready?”
    “I have the club car and a trunk full of groceries. I can’t ride with you.”
    “Damn. All right, just drive and I’ll follow you.”
    She got in the car and looked all around before pulling out. She didn’t want anyone but one of the Hell’s Sons tailing her. But who was Connall, anyway? Nobody knew this guy, and so what if his charter prez had called Jamison to settle things? They’d accepted a new club member on word alone. For all they knew, he was bringing heat to their club.
    Her paranoia was reaching a crescendo. She wasn’t cut out for this type of intrigue. She cleaned and cooked and comforted the boys when they needed her. She shouldn’t be walking in on gunshot wounds and men setting their own broken noses, for fuck’s sake.
    By the time they reached