Chapter 9 - Jude
Jude shocked himself, when he unconsciously sat beside May and held her, as Doc stitched her up. She was a pretty little klutz, but she was a pain in his ass. His only excuse was that he hated to see her in pain. It had really bothered him when he first saw the blood.
Once Doc was done, and her wound was covered, he let her go. He watched as Doc gave her some pain meds and told her not to get it wet for a couple days. She thanked him, then Doc gathered up his things, making her promise to call if she needed him again, and left.
When Jude looked over at Raid and Sniper, he was happy to see the bikers had the door back in place and reattached.
“It’s a temporary fix,” Sniper explained. “It will do for now, but she needs a new door.”
“I’ll see to it,” Jude promised. Then he shook hands with them both as they cleaned up their mess.
“You coming on the ride tomorrow?” Sniper questioned. Several members of the club were heading out for a ride in the morning, then checking out a new diner a couple towns over. They frequently invited Jude, and he rarely said no. He nodded at the brother in acceptance.
“You want to ride to the club and meet us, or you want us to pick you up on the way?” Raid asked.
“Swing by and grab me,” Jude replied with a smirk.
The bikers chuckled. “Gotcha,” Sniper agreed, then they turned and left.
Jude shut the door and headed back to the couch, where his pretty little klutz was still sitting.
“I never asked what you hit your head on?” he questioned curiously.
May eyed him a minute before answering. “None of your business,” she finally told him.
“Ah,” he chuckled. “So it was the toilet.”
She glared at him. “Why do you think that?”
“Because if it was anything else you would have told me,” Jude smirked knowingly.
“You’re such an ass,” May told him for the hundredth time.
Jude chuckled, then stared at her shirt. It was a guys shirt, he could tell right away. It looked like an old baseball shirt, one a boyfriend would give a girlfriend to wear.
“Nice shirt,” he huffed.
“Thanks,” she answered, but offered nothing else.
“An old boyfriends?” Jude pushed with a raised brow.
May looked at him in surprise. “No, it’s my brother’s,” she told him. “I stole it when he grew out of it. I like it because it’s well worn and soft,” she admitted.
“Your brother and you are close?” Jude inquired, happy to finally get some personal information from her.
May immediately smiled, and it lit up her face. “The closest,” she told him.
“When do I get to meet him?” Jude asked curiously.
As he watched the smile instantly slipped from her face. “I’m exhausted,” she suddenly announced. “It’s late and my head hurts. I think it’s time for you to go, I need to head to bed.” She stood then and walked over to the door, opening it and waiting for him.
Jude knew a brushoff when he heard one, and she was definitely avoiding answering his question. With the head wound though, he let her have her way and not push it.
“Okay,” he replied, as he rose to his feet and headed out the door. “But I’m right next door. If your head bothers you too much, just scream and I’ll come running,” he smirked in an attempt to lighten the mood.
He was happy to see a smile grace her face. “Thanks Lucy,” she chuckled, as she shut and locked the door on him.
“Don’t fucking call me that,” he growled loudly as he walked away. A god damned pain in the ass he thought, as he made his way across the lawn. He went in his own house, shut and locked the door and headed to bed.
He really needed some sleep. The bikers were planning to leave at seven in the morning, so they could enjoy a long ride before hitting up the diner. He smirked as he thought about May. She woke him up with her music, so he wondered how she would like it when a dozen motorcycles roared down the street while she was trying to sleep. He soon drifted off, and he did it with a huge smile on his face.