Gina
This must be what a teenage boy feels like sneaking out of his girlfriend’s room.
I quietly gathered up my stuff and slinked out Clutch’s sliding door that led to his side yard. I could hear Clutch’s muffled voice, and hoped he’d stall long enough for me to make my escape. The last thing I wanted was to get Clutch in trouble or to ruin my doctor/patient relationship with Minus and the club.
Oh, s**t! Did I just sleep with a patient?
I racked my brains and was surprised to realize that I’d never treated Clutch for so much as a flu shot. He’d been around the clinic with Cutter, but never for himself. I suppose the fact that I didn’t have a chart for him explained why I didn’t know his real name.
Oh, good. I didn’t sleep with a patient. Just an outlaw biker. That’s muuuch better.
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