“Yeah, this little guy wasn’t feeling too good, and instead of tiring him out, we brought him back home.”
Chloe smiled. “What can I get you?”
The door opened, and in walked Richard.
Her stomach twisted, and she no longer knew if it was a good or bad with the way she reacted to him.
“Teri’s already dealing with our order,” Drake said. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.”
“You look really pale, and you’re sweating.”
“I’m fine. Really.” She moved away and went to Richard’s table. Being the successful lawyer he was, he rarely sat with the Dirty Fuckers MC. No one seemed to mind, but at times, she did.
“You didn’t call me last night,” he said.
After he took her home, he’d given her an instruction to phone him. It was mightily childish on her part, but she didn’t want to follow his instructions. They were working on their issues, and she went away with him because he’d ordered her to. With Richard, he was always ordering her what to do, what to wear, what to say. He was willing to have her with him providing she looked and acted the part of his companion.
“I was tired.”
She wiped at her brow and poured him out a coffee.
“Chloe, I would like you to move in with me.”
She didn’t even know how she felt about him, or if she even liked him.
“No,” she said.
“I love you, Chloe.”
Shaking her head, her stomach started to twist, and turn. “No, you don’t.” She took a step back, and collided with a chair. Unable to hold herself up, she fell back, spilling the hot coffee over her stomach.
“Chloe!”
She heard her name yelled, but she couldn’t do anything. Her body ached, and she was so tired. Would it be so wrong to go to sleep?
Chapter Eight
Pixie stood in the hospital staring in at Chloe.
The entire club was in the hospital, and so was Suzy. What surprised everyone was the fact the next of kin on Chloe’s form was listed as Suzy.
After collapsing in the diner, there had been no time for him to organize a vacation. Not only that, he didn’t want to. The doctors didn’t know what was wrong with her. They thought it was some kind of bug, so only Suzy could go in and see her.
Staring through the glass, Pixie saw the machines strapped up to Chloe, and he hated it. Richard paced up and down the hallway. Doctors, nurses, patients, hospital staff had tried to move them, but none of them were going anywhere. Chloe was one of them, and they were going to make sure she was looked after. They’d organized her private room, and let the good doctor know that if anything happened to her, it was him they were going to hold responsible.
“What the hell happened?” James asked.
“She was sweating,” Drake said. Grace and Joseph had been there with them but since Chloe collapsed Drake had taken them home before coming to the hospital. “She looked ill, but she kept saying she was fine.”
“I noticed her grabbing her stomach, or rubbing part of her body. There was pain, but when I asked, she always said she was fine,” Teri said.
They were all worried for her.
Suzy came out of the room, and Pixie pulled her in his arms, hugging her. He didn’t care what others thought. “She isn’t talking, or responding.”
“She’s in a coma,” Kitty said.