I rolled my eyes and dug into my food. “I don’t think it’s trouble that follows Greta, it’s fun.”
“She’s got a lot of Meg in her, and King could tell you stories for hours about Meg when he first hooked up with her.”
“And I bet Meg would tell you it was all just fun.”
“Breaking an expensive ass bed in a furniture store because she was jumping on it to see if it would withstand, you know.” Easy blushed, and a smirk spread across his lips.
“Oh, my God,” I laughed. “That does not sound like trouble at all. If anything, it was scientific because she was testing it out to see if it could withstand the force of King.”
“And it didn’t,” Greta called. “Though King ended up buying the bed even though it was broken. Also, for the record, Birdie was mine before you took her from me. Remember that.”
“Shut it,” Easy muttered. “You may have met Birdie before I did, but she’s mine now.”
“All the Meg stories sound like fun,” I pointed out. “I could use some more fun in my life.”
“Stick with me, girlfriend,” Greta cheered. “Life is one hundred times more fun when I am around.”
Easy shook his head. “Trouble,” he muttered.
By the time we finished our food and had everything cleaned up, the rest of the girls stumbled through the door of the clubhouse, tipsy and loud.
Easy wrapped his arms around me from behind and pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. “That is more trouble.”
“Fun,” I whispered. “That looks like fun.”
“Whatever you say, Doc. Whatever you say.”
Easy took me to his room in the back and flopped onto the bed.
“Okay?” I asked softly.
“Tired,” he groaned. “You weren’t joking when you said getting my strength back after laying around was going to be tough. I need a nap, and then, maybe I’ll figure out how to get you home.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off my shoes. “A nap sounds like just what the doctor ordered.”
Easy lifted his head and laughed. “So it’s what you ordered?”
I laid down next to him and rested my hand on his chest. “Um, yeah.”
He pulled me close and sighed. “How are you doing?”
“I think I’m supposed to be the one asking you that.”
“You ask me all the time. My head hurts, but I’m fine. Now you need to answer the question,” he insisted.
“I’m...good?”
“Doc,” Easy drawled. “you spilled your guts about that douchebag doctor last night, and you’re just going to tell me you’re fine?”
“I am. Before Aaron got a job at the hospital, I never really thought about him.” I traced lazy circles on his chest and sighed. “I’m going to talk to the board tomorrow, and hopefully, he’ll be gone.”
Easy hmphed. “I hope things go that easy, Doc, but I have a feeling the dickhead isn’t going to let you run him out of town.”
“If he doesn’t want me to tell the whole hospital what he did to me, he will,” I reasoned. I turned on my side and snuggled into Easy. “Now, since a nap is what the doctor ordered, and I’m the doctor, can we please stop talking?”
“Just know I’m always here for you, doll.”
“Is it weird that I like it better when you call me doc?” I whispered. “Something about it I like.”
