Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Cora POV

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Bluey was silly, jealous of me. I was the last person to take someone else’s man. I know what betrayal feels like, big time, and wouldn’t want to do that to anyone. I do like working with Scrubs. He’s informative, and when we work together, he talks to me, not down to me, and it makes the tasks easier. When you understand what’s going on or what he needs, even under pressure, I give my opinion on something, and he doesn’t take it as telling him what to do or that he’s wrong; he explains why he thinks differently. It helps me understand his thought process and why my thoughts might be wrong, but he doesn’t dismiss my thoughts; he considers them and explains why I came to that conclusion. I am constantly learning and evolving. I might be considered good at my job, but there’s always something new to learn.

Bluey eventually stopped apologising, and her tears dried up, and she moved to sit with Scrubs as we

continued to talk about Jake, Sally–Anne, and my return to work once my father had been and gone. Eventually, we returned to the discussion of my research and the spreadsheet.

Scrubs called Oddball to join us.

Our room was starting to feel crowded, as Oddball, Strike, Dozer and Hacker, our IT guy.

We worked on my idea and expanded it. Oddball decided I would work with Hacker over the next few days

until I returned to work. I was glad I had something to do, rather than be in the kitchen, to fill the time. My

theory for my nursing course was completed; only practical hours were needed to become a bona fide

Nurse Practitioner. I needed more than cooking. Once this room was tidy, there was little left but to hunt

for work in the clubhouse or to reply to the growing number of replies to my complaint sss. This at least

gave me something else to do that made me feel worthwhile and needed.

It was getting late, before Bluey called it a night, reminding everyone that they had work in the morning.

Hacker requested that I come to his office in the morning, and we would work as a team to hunt for

information and fill out my spreadsheet. I hope we get a demographic area to work with. I’m looking for a workable area that’s not too large and one that other clubs can help with. This club shouldn’t bear all the

grunt work; other clubs are at risk, too.

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They were gone. Finally, we were all yawning before the meeting was brought to a close.

I was coming out of the shower as Gunner returned from taking the dirty dishes down to the kitchen,

bringing more milk and snacks.

Dressed in my silky pyjarnas, ready to get some sleep, my body was exhausted from the day’s emotional turmoil; it was now after midnight, past my normal bedtime. I had been up since five or four in the

morning. Gunner looked as shagged as I was, but he was not one to admit it, always trying to be courageous and tough, but I can see deep down, he’s like my fluffy dog that sits on our bed during the day. cuddly and soft, and a heart of gold, for those he cares about.

Where did that thought come from?

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Gunner cares for me; it was obvious, but still, there was no doubt: was it because I took the bullet? They call it the Nightingale Syndrome When you fel! for your rescuer, was that Gunner? Or is it the Florence Nightingale Syndrome? Whatever it is, it’s the opposite of Stockholm Syndrome. I get them mixed up, but either way, was he caring and protective because of my actions?

Gunner was stripped and almost beat me to bed. He snuggled up behind me and groaned when I wiggled my hips against him.

“Enough, get some sleep.” Gunner slapped my hip, but not hard enough to hurt.

Gunner was asleep at first, poor man. He must have found it difficult to spend a day with an emotional

woman. Most men don’t like tears; they don’t handle emotions well. I remember my mother telling me once that men don’t like tears because they don’t know how to handle them or stop them, and it threatens

them with fighting tears of their own, and they don’t like to look weak, but men’s crying is not weak. Mum

said a man in tears was a gift, that he trusts and loves you enough to show that side of them. Sharing

tears was not something to be ashamed of, but to hold onto dearly. So few women will find that kind of

man.

Exhaustion must have won, because one minute I was thinking about my father coming to collect Paul,

and the next Gunner’s phone alarm went off.

“Turn it off,” I grumbled, turning over. I reached across Gunner’s body to grab his phone and stop that

noise. ACDC’s ‘Hell’s Bells‘ ringing out was too much for me at this time of the morning. I am going to have

to talk to Gunner and get that changed.

“Sorry, that was one of the prospects of having some fun with me,” Gunner explained, taking the phone

from me and turning it off.

“How did they get your phone password?”

“This is a business phone. I’m sharing the password because I am not the only one using this phone. When

I am not on duty, I give this phone to others to take the night shift. During the day, it’s at work, then one of us takes it home for the night. I check the logged calls to make sure they’re not being used for private purposes. If they want to keep their jobs, please use this phone responsibly. Anyway, I had it on me when I got the call to come and get you from the Hospital. Fortunately, we didn’t get any calls last night.” Gunner

was out and headed to the bathroom. Reluctantly, I climbed out of bed, wanting a little longer, but I knew

that it was impossible. It would be hard to fall back to sleep. I slipped on my jeans and T–shirt, entered the

bathroom, did my morning routine, then Gunner came out, joined Gunner, and took a trip down to the

kitchen, bringing my laptop with me.

“Sweet girl, how are you?” Scones concern voice, and warm arms embraced me.

“Fine, it’s time we worked harder at finding those shooters.”

“Agreed, are you sure?”

“Yes, I have been grieving for weeks already. Never would I wish for them to be harmed, but nothing I can

do about that, but I can work on finding the killers and bringing them to justice”

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