Huge Dynamite: MC Romance (Steel Knights Motorcycle Club Romance Book 4)

Chapter 4

“It’s nice to feel like someone’s looking out for me.” Her voice is low and breathy, and she stares at the ground as she speaks.

It takes all of my will not to reach out, place a finger under her beautiful chin, and turn her face upward to look into her eyes—

“Seth?”

Whipping around, I glimpse the brunette from the bar standing there. She looks from Holly to me and then back again.

“My kiss make you so dizzy you need medical attention?” Walking up, she shoves her hands into her front pockets and raises her shoulders. Letting them drop, she looks Holly up and down, and then nods to her.

“I forgot I was wearing my lab coat,” Holly mumbles and then smiles at the girl. Reaching out, she takes the girl’s hand and they shake.

Standing here like a numbskull, I can’t even do the polite thing and introduce them, because I have no friggin’ clue what this girl’s name is. I know she told me inside and I think I knew it once, but right now… Fuck. This is not how I want this to go down.

“I’m Holly.” Dr. Holly smiles at the girl.

“Tracy.”

Yes. Tracy. That’s it.

Releasing the girl’s hand, Holly smiles. “I just stopped by to check on Seth. He was my patient in the ER about a month ago.” Turning to me, she adds, “I was just wondering how you’re feeling?”

“Wow.” Tracy claps her hands together and her long nails make a clicking sound. “That’s nice of you to drive all the way out here to check on him. We really appreciate it.” Moving closer to me, she grabs my arm and hangs on it, leaning her weight against me. Looking up, she smiles at me. “Wasn’t that nice, babe?”

Glancing at Holly, I catch her mouthing the word “babe.”

“Well.” Holly clears her throat. “I’m glad everything seems to be in working order.”

She eyeballs me, and I know she’s not referring to my shoulder.

“I’m going to head back to Phoenix.” Grabbing the driver’s door handle, she opens her car door. “So you two can get back to your night.”

“Nice meeting you!” Tracy offers. Still hanging on me, she gives Holly the same cutesy wave she gave me before.

“Hold on.” Breaking free of Tracy, I turn to face her. “Can you go get a beer? I need to speak to Dr. Boling alone. It’ll only take a moment.”

“I get it. Doctor-patient confidence, huh?” Tracy asks, looking Holly up and down once more.

Cringing at her misused word, I glance at Holly, who doesn’t so much as flinch. She is a class act.

“Um, something like that, yes,” I mumble.

Shoving her hands back into her front pockets again, Tracy nods to Holly. “Well, uh, bye, Holls. It was nice meeting you.”

Holly smiles. “It was nice meeting you as well, Tracy.”

Holding my breath, I watch Tracy walk back to the clubhouse. She stops at the door and gives a wave before disappearing inside. Turning back to Holly, I’m desperate to explain.

“Holly—”

Cutting me off, Holly stands by her still-open door while she speaks. “Your girlfriend seems nice.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” I clarify. “Just met her tonight—a couple of minutes before you came into the bar.”

“Well, your friend, then.”

“She’s not my friend.”

Holly looks up at me. “The way she was holding onto you and calling you ‘babe’, I don’t think she knows that.”

“She doesn’t seem to know a lot,” I add. “Doctor-patient confidence?”

I’m hoping for a chuckle out of Holly. Instead, she narrows her eyes.

“So? She misspoke. At least she tried. I don’t think she went to medical school. You can’t go around judging people, Seth. Who knows what opportunities she’s had for education versus what I had—private schools all the way to an Ivy League college and one of the top medical schools in the country. I’m sure that if I looked at your motorcycle and tried to rebuild the engine, I’d sound just as uninformed.” Her breath is racing and her chest heaving. “I…”

Her eyes dance across mine. Leaning her arm on the inside armrest of her opened door and dropping her head, she shakes it. “I’m sorry, Seth. You didn’t deserve that.” Raising her head, she looks me in the eye again. “I-I was raised by—and am surrounded by—incredibly arrogant and elitist people. I just wanted to believe you were different. It’s not fair of me to expect you to be one way or another. For god’s sake, you let the woman kiss you. You must have seen something in her. Unless…” Tilting her head, her beautiful brow furrows again. “Were you just using her for the night?”

Was I? No. “I wasn’t doing anything with her. I didn’t want to be there. She kissed me, you’re right. But it was a surprise, and that’s as far as it ever would have gone.” In my heart, I know that’s the truth. “And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have judged her like that. Truth is…” Taking a deep breath, I let it go in a sigh. “The truth is I’m incredibly glad to see you, and…” I take a step closer to Holly. “I really don’t want you to go.”

Looking up at me, her eyes bounce back and forth, reading me.

Walking around so we’re on the same side of the opened door, I look at her. “Holly? Please don’t go. Do you want to come in for a drink?”

“I don’t think that would be fair to Tracy. What do you think?”

“How about we go somewhere else?”

Standing up tall, she whips around to face me and raises an eyebrow.

“There’s another bar not too far from here.” I make sure I’m perfectly clear.

Shaking her head, she stares at the ground and then looks me in the eye. “I did come here for a reason tonight, and it was to see you.”

“I’m glad.”

Nodding, she continues. “Do you remember that night we met in the ER?” She looks me in the eyes.

Jesus, do I remember? That night plays over and over in my mind constantly. “Of course, I remember.”

“Well, do you remember that I noticed your tattoo?” She points to my arm with the tattoo. “I mentioned how nice it was, and you said that if I ever wanted one, you could get me in contact with a really great tattoo artist?”

“You want a tattoo?” I thought it was impossible for this woman to be any sexier. But I was wrong.