Chapter Four
R egina stood quietly while Stella sewed up the scrape on her husband’s arm. She couldn’t really yell at him because they’d just been checking out something they’d heard regarding sounds and lights at night. Heck, if she wanted to blame someone, she’d blame herself because she was the one who mentioned it to him. And he’d actually told her and hadn’t tried to hide it.
“When was your last tetanus shot?” Stella asked.
“About six months ago when I cut my hand on that engine,” Baron said.
Meg opened up Baron’s chart and nodded at Stella.
“Why’d you ask if you weren’t going to believe me?” Baron muttered.
Regina hid a smile at her husband’s grumpiness. His arm was probably aching and stinging despite the local anesthetic.
“Quite snarky, aren’t you, to the woman with the needle in your arm?” Stella grumbled.
Something had been bothering Regina since the guys had recounted what happened. Why didn’t the person continue firing? You’d think when the guys were firing at the hayloft, the person who shot Baron would have returned fire.
“So what’s this I hear about someone shooting at Dad?” War said, walking in, followed by Cannon, Scoop, and Roam.
“Seriously, you called them?” Baron asked, glaring at her.
She chuckled. “He is the President of the MC, and his members were just shot at. Though I think it’s strange they didn’t fire back after the one shot,” Regina said.
War paused at her words. “They only shot once, Dad?”
“She’s right. Once Baron went down, the guys returned fire, but there weren’t any more shots from the barn. Do you think they were just warning us?” Rascal asked.
“Could it have been somebody scared who freaked when they actually hit one of us?” Compass asked.
Regina listened to the men discuss what they thought might have happened.
“Well, we’re heading out. I’m taking Maureen and Hope to lunch, then we’ll head over to help at the clubhouse. See you later, and don’t get shot at again,” Meg said, leaning up to kiss Rascal before leading the ladies out.
“I know a lot are helping with the end-of-school thing, but I think we need to meet this afternoon for council and discuss our next steps. Let’s set it for 2 p.m., which will give Dad time to rest from his boo-boo,” War said, snickering.
Roam walked over and grabbed one of the suckers that Stella kept for little kids.
“Here you go, Dad. You were such a good boy that you deserve a sucker,” Roam handed it to him, ribbing his dad.
Regina grinned at her boys. She had no doubt they’d be texting their siblings to tell them what had happened.
“I always wanted to live to see my boys grow up. I just didn’t know they’d be such big assholes when they did,” Baron said.
Roam laughed, then War joined in before hugging Baron.
“Dude, we learned it from our dad,” Roam said.
Regina sniffed back the tears that seemed to be gathering. She was incredibly blessed with her family and was thankful Baron’s injury was more of a scratch instead of a bullet wound.
“Mom, are you taking him home?” Roam asked.
“I can ride my bike. I got a scrape,” Baron groused.
“I’m sure your dad will be fine. Of course, he probably scared ten years off my life with that text. I’m not sure how he’ll make it up to me,” Regina replied with a smirk.
Baron glanced at the boys, then grinned his devilish smile that she knew meant he was planning something.
“Love of my life, the boys are going to go pick up two pet pigs that I heard are at the rescue. I figure having some new little ones that will need to be named will more than make up for any worry I caused you.”
“Dad, I have clients.”
“I’m your President. Since when do you make me do stuff?”
Even as adults, sometimes her boys still reminded her of the whiny adolescents she didn’t think would live through middle and high school if they didn’t shut up. Regina decided her sons needed to remember who was really in charge.
“Are you both saying I’m not important enough for you to take a little bit out of your day to get your father’s present for me?” she asked and made sure she pouted just a little. Not too much, or they’d know she was pulling one over on them.
Roam and War immediately hugged her. “Oh, Mama, we are more than happy to go get them. We’ll take Roam’s SUV,” War said, kissing her forehead.
“Umm, yeah, we’ll take my SUV, and we’ll make sure we grab a couple blankets for them from War’s house.”
Oh my gosh, it was everything she could do to not laugh at her boys trying to one-up each other. She had no doubt that Roam would try to take the fluffy cover that War, Remi, and Lucas, their entirely too pampered floofy dog, cuddled under to watch TV together. Remi had sent her a picture a couple weeks ago that had Regina laughing for a good fifteen minutes. The big bad biker President cuddling his floofy dog.
“I love you both. Thank you for doing that for your dad,” Regina said and shooed the boys out of the clinic.
Regina held out her hand to Baron, and he took it, getting down off the exam table.
“Thank you, Stella,” Baron said.
“I’d say anytime, but you and I both know I’d rather stick to colds, ear infections, and vaccinations instead of bullet wounds,” Stella said, pulling off her gloves and tossing them in the wastebasket.
Baron slid his sucker in his mouth and then grinned at her.
“Can I take my wife to lunch before we head home?” Baron asked.
Regina slid her arm around his waist. The smell of man, leather, and wind brought that comforting scent that she’d loved for years.
“Yes, you can.”