Page 45 of Striker
I spotted my sneakers sitting by the door as I made my way to the bathroom. “Thanks, Mama, I really appreciate it.”
I turned the small shower on as I quickly stripped out of my blood-stained scrubs. Jumping in the shower, I washed as fast as I could. I didn’t want to be away from Striker longer than I had too, even with family right there. Rinsing the soap from myself, I turned the shower off and dried myself with the scratchy hospital towel. My Mama had packed my favorite yoga pants and a sweatshirt for me. She even packed a cute pair of panties and matching bra. I smiled knowing my Mama probably took her time to find the perfect clothes for me. I threw on the lavender panties and bra, and pulled my yoga pants up. Digging through the bag, I found a nice tank top to put on under my sweater. I quickly brushed my hair and teeth and opened the door. Smiling at the sight before me, I knew we had lucked out this time. Striker was surrounded by his brothers and my sweet little Mama.
He looked up as soon as I opened the door. “Alright everybody, I’m feeling a little tired. You guys can come back tomorrow.” They all shuffled their way out, stopping to give me a quick hug before they left.
My Mama paused to kiss Striker and I before leaving. “Glad you kids are safe and sound. Looks like your Daddy was watching after you, baby girl.” She kissed me on the cheek and closed the door behind her.
I turned and looked at Striker who was giving me a sly little smile. “What are you thinking, cowboy?” He laughed and patted the empty spot next to him.
“Come on over here, Little Lark.” I shook my head and made my way over, plopping down next to him. Striker ran his hand up and down my thigh, nuzzling his nose into my hair and neck. “I was so worried, Lilah. I’m real glad your Pop was watching down over us. We saved each other thanks to that man keeping his eye on us last night.”
I sighed as I thought about how lucky we were to be here right now. Danny could have easily killed us both, but by the grace of God, we survived. “I think we should probably celebrate being alive right now, Little Lark. Why don’t you play my naughty nurse?” Striker winked and gave me a to-die-for smile; those blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
Laughing, I shook my head at him, “Levi Daniel Walker. You just got shot, almost died, had emergency surgery and you want to get it on? You are something else.” We laughed as we both laid back and let our worries wash away in the sweet surrender of sleep.
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Chapter 28
Striker
Ilay in bed, not sopatiently waiting on Doc to stop by my room. It was the day of my release from the Medical Center and I couldn’t wait to get out of here. The past week had dragged and I just wanted to be in my own bed and back on my motorcycle. My sweet Little Lark waltzed in the door, her hair up in a ponytail, dark blue scrub pants on, a tight white t-shirt and grey sneakers. She looked like an angel even in her work clothes. “Hey there, baby girl! Ready to take me home?”
She laughed as she pulled out the file and checked everything over. “Not up to me, babe. Doctor Hank will be in soon.” Lilah came over and kissed me on the forehead just as the Doc came in the door.
“Let’s take a quick look here my boy.” He grabbed the files off the small table and read through them. “Looks like all the tests came back good, vitals look great, stitches are looking good and will come out soon.” Doc came over and put on his stethoscope, bending down to check my heart. “Healthy as a horse!” He put the stethoscope back around his neck and made a note in the files. “I would have rather kept you a few more days, but I know how you Devil’s HIghwaymen are.” He laughed and shook his head at me.
Lilah sat on the edge of the bed next to me, gently holding my hand. “Are you sure he’s okay to go home? He will stay if he needs to.” She turned and glared at me. Doc just laughed as he signed a few more papers.
“Oh Lilah dear, he’s going home with you so he will be just fine. Can’t keep wild cowboys inside for too long. Plus he’ll be in good hands with you.”
Lilah stood up and paced around the room. “Can we go over the recovery one more time? I just want to make sure I have it all down.”
I stood up and walked over to her, “Little Lark, everything will be just fine.” Bending down, I gently kissed the top of her head, then walked over to grab my club vest off the chair.
“I can go over everything one more time, my dear, don’t you fret.” Doc took out the discharge paperwork and cleared his throat. “ You will need three weeks of rest, Striker. That means no strenuous activities. Things like driving a motorcycle, riding a horse, anything to do with the ranch, sexual intercourse. None of those things. It will cause the stitches to come out and that will not be good, my boy.” I groaned and rolled my head back.
