Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Cora POV

Removed my joggers and placed them by the chair, then removed my trackpants and folded them carefully, placing them on the chair. The paper covering the examination table rustled as I climbed on and lay on my stomach. The table was cold on my stomach. The smell of antiseptic was strong in the room. Scrubs must have been busy this morning; possibly a small scuffle and some TLC were needed.

Today marks ten days, and it was time for the stitches to be removed. I no longer use the crutches, but

that doesn’t seem to stop Gunner from finding any excuse he can to hold me or carry me around. Not that

I mind getting all that attention. Gunner has been a balm to my bruised heart and has helped keep my

mind off what happened, leading me to end up where I am now.

Mind you, I have felt more seen, treasured, wanted, and loved since I came here than ever in my life. Not since my mother died have I felt at peace and relaxed. I have laughed more in these ten days than I had in

months, maybe longer.

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Bluey was happy with my work on her laptop, generating reports and updating the protocols and procedures, which needed to be updated because laws change, and paperwork was nearly always the last to be updated. We were up to code now and would pass the upcoming annual audit.

My time in the kitchen has grown; they seem to enjoy the spices I add to the meals and the variety of dishes. Scones was a great cook, but got into a habit of the same routine. I have changed things up a bit, not intentionally, but it has been well–received.

“How’s the pain? Your legs healed well.” Scrubs asked as he finished up on my thigh, and I sat up.

“Manageable, hardly pains when I walk, maybe going up and down the stairs can make it ache, and if I am standing still for too long.”

“Light exercise, build it back up, you can go back to driving and work.”

no excuse to

“Still have two weeks before I have to show up at work, might go look for a place to rent, my time living here is over.” No reason to be here now, Gunner’s job is done, I am back on my feet, he has keep me here now.

“Does Gunner know you intend to leave?” Scrubs asked as he watched me getting dressed.

“He said I was his responsibility to care for me, while I mend, well, I am mended, it’s time to leave.” I defend, trying to keep my voice polite.

“Our club will miss you. You have been a breath of fresh air for some of our stale men. Brought them to life again. I, for one, will miss you, Satay chicken strips.” I laughed, the easiest meal to make, all homemade, and they dive into it, each time I made it, requesting it as an option at most meals. I have shown Scones how to make it, and she has been trying to replicate it. Not quite right yet, but her last batch was much better, almost at the level to put on the table for others to try.

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“Food was always a way into a man’s heart, you big softy.” I joked, prodding his flat, hard tummy.

“For me and some of the older guys, that maybe the case, the younger ones are still into spreading legs.” I laughed so hard, I almost peed my pants.

“You know how to make a woman swoon.” I giggled, trying to get myself under control.

I left the medical room and headed upstairs to start packing. It won’t take long. The last few days, I’ve

been packing and taking the items to my car, placing them in the back and covering them up so it’s not so

obvious. Although I have enjoyed my time here, it was over, I needed to get my life back on track, and this

had been a lovely holiday.

The room was void of anything. I was glad I had left nothing behind and headed to the kitchen.

“Scones?” I called out, and she popped out of the large pantry.

“How did it go?”

“All clear, came to say, thank you, and good luck, time for me to move on,” I replied, moving to give her a

warm hug.

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“Oh, does Gunner know? I am going to miss you.” Scones patted me on the back, her eyes moist with

unshed tears.

“Gunner only said I was in his room so he could look after me while I healed. I have the all–clear, so I don’t need to be here any longer. Gunner’s gone on a ride somewhere. Say bye for me when he returns.”

“He’s not going to be happy, you left without a goodbye.”

“He’s the one who rode off yesterday, with the guys, with no return date. I am not going to hang around waiting on him to decide my life; it’s mine to live.” Scones walked me to my car, saying goodbye to those l passed that I liked, all saying the same thing, ‘Does Gunner know?’ He’s not here, so that’s a no. I waved at the guards at the gate, who didn’t appear to be happy to see me driving away, but couldn’t stop me from

going.

It felt sad to be leaving. I did have a good time, not at first, because Gunner was so pushy, demanding I do things his way. I am not an easy pushover. I might have trusted too easily in the past, and that still hurts like hell when I think about it, how they pulled the wool over my eyes for so long, well, not anymore, I don’t trust anyone with my heart, not any more.

I pulled up at my new home. I was renting a one–bedroom unit at this house. It was a small bungalow out the back, fully contained, and five minutes from the hospital. I can walk there from here. They have six small bungalows on this property, all rented on a short–term basis, for medical staff who don’t want to live in the hospital–supplied nurses‘ and doctors‘ quarters. But in my case, there were no rooms available, so they suggested this place, subsidised by the hospital.

It took me an hour to unload my car and unpack, making this empty place a home. I needed to get to the shops and fill the fridge; everything else was supplied, pots, pans, linen, everything, all courtesy of the hospital. I think they own this property, but I wasn’t going to dig into it further. My new home was a gated

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complex, which helped make me feel a little safer.

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