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  Mountain Man

  BIKER

  By Chloe Maddox

  Table of Contents

  Mountain Man Biker

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

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  Mountain Man Biker

  Chapter 1

  “Hold him very still,” I instructed as I slipped on the latex gloves and measured the syringe to make sure it was accurate.

  Once I was sure the solution was in, I flicked the syringe with my index and thumb fingers to clear away any excess. I adjusted my lab coat and crouched down in front of my patient.

  “That’s a good boy,” I said, in a low soothing voice, meant to sound calm and reassuring. His beady brown eyes were fixed on me, and the soft thump of his tail against the recliner let me know that he heard me.

  His fur was matted and slick with blood, but I tried to ignore all of that as I steadily injected him with a mild tranquilizer that would put him to sleep in 2 minutes. His eyelids began to grow heavy as they twitched, and he fought to remain conscious.

  In another minute, his eyes were glazed over, and his head slumped forward. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized that we wouldn’t have to inject him with another dose. Some pets required double the dosage, but he seemed to be susceptible to the stuff.

  I stood up and straightened my spine as I walked towards my tools and fingered them gently trying to decide what to use. The bite itself wasn’t big, but I needed to work quickly before it started clotting otherwise he’d get an infection.

  That was the last thing he needed right now because an infection would put him at risk for other diseases, and the decline would be steep afterwards.

  My assistant, Jeffrey, was standing next to the dog, monitoring his breathing as he prepped him for surgery. He adjusted the overhead light, so that it was shining directly on the wound then he adjusted the dog’s body accordingly.

  With steady hands, I picked up the disinfectant, and a piece of cotton.

  “Mr. Hummel, this is usually the time when owners are asked to step outside,” I said, gently as I watched the man who was somewhere in his fifties eye his dog. His eyes reflected the pain he felt. He was obviously one of those owners who loved his dog as if he were family.

  Mr. Hummel turned his blue eyes on me. “Can’t I stay here? I don’t want to leave him alone.”

  “I have to advise against it, Mr. Hummel, you might not like what you see,” I cautioned, not unkindly. “There will be a lot of blood, and for most owners, it’s easier for them to wait outside rather than see the ugly side of what we do.”

  Mr. Hummel planted his feet firmly on the ground and shook his head. “If I’m allowed to stay then I want to stay. Zeus has been in my life for a decade. He’s family.”

  I nodded brusquely. “Very well, but you need to put a surgical mask on, and you need to stand to the side. No matter what happens, Mr. Hummel, you can’t interrupt us otherwise it could be fatal to Zeus’s life.”

  Mr. Hummel bobbed his head once and allowed Jeffrey to help him prep. I caught the look in his eye, the deep weariness, and the fear that this could be the last time he got to see his dog before I turned my back on him and tuned out my thoughts.

  I worked as quickly and as methodically as possible as Jeffrey stood to my right, handing me my instruments whenever I needed them.

  As soon as the wound was properly cleaned, I leaned down and began to stitch the wound up. I ran my hands across my forehead to wipe off the sweat as I took my bottom lip between my teeth and began to chew.

  I released my bottom lip and squinted in concentration. I gave Jeffrey a look, and he switched off the light as I slipped off my latex gloves and tossed them in the bin. Mr. Hummel pushed himself off the wall, his eyes anxious as he all but ripped of the mask.

  “Is he going to be okay?” Mr. Hummel kept darting glances at Zeus who lay very still aside from the slight rise and fall of his chest.

  “He’s going to be just fine, Mr. Hummel,” I assured him as I shoved one hand in my pocket. “We were able to clean the wound and stitch it. Let’s talk outside while Zeus sleeps it off.”

  “Of course,” he agreed as he stepped aside to let me pass. I pushed open the double doors and flinched against the sudden onslaught of fluorescent lights.

  “Now I know you explained that he got off his leash and managed to get into a fight with another dog,” I began as I grabbed a clipboard from the front desk and began filling out the forms.

  “That’s right.”

  “I don’t know if the other dog has rabies or not, so you will need to bring Zeus back in about a week, so I can check on the stitches and administer a rabies shot.”

  “What if he’s been infected already?” Mr. Hummel’s eyebrows drew together. “Won’t waiting for a week be dangerous?”

  I shook my head as my ponytail swished back and forth across my shoulder. “No, I’ve already given a mild dosage, but I couldn’t give him enough because I don’t want it to counteract the effects of the antibiotic he’s taking.”

  Mr. Hummel looked visibly relieved. “So, he just needs to take his antibiotics, not lick his wound and come back in a week?”

  I signed the paper in front of me and handed it to the receptionist. “Essentially, yes, but you will need to monitor him because the wound will irritate him, and his instinct will be to remove the stitches. I needn’t tell you how dangerous that would be, and he might growl at you if you try to stop him. Again, this is instinct, and it isn’t personal.”

  Mr. Hummel gave me a rueful smile. “I’ll try not to let it wound my pride.”

  I smiled. “That’s a good attitude to have.”

  Mr. Hummel took both of my hands in his and surprised me with how vigorously he was shaking them. For a man his age, he sure did have a tight grip.

  “Thank you so much, Dr. Lewis, I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done.”

  “It’s my pleasure, Mr. Hummel,” I smiled, warmly as I tried to keep up with his enthusiasm, but it was quite hard.

  “Please call me Jack,” he insisted. “I love Zeus dearly, and you just saved his life. I could just kiss you.”

  A choked laugh escaped my lips. “I’ll settle for a thank you, Jack, truly.”

  Jack pulled his hand away and gave me an awkward smile. “Oh, I do apologize if I overstepped my bounds, my dear. I am an old man, you know, but I ain’t blind. Are you sure I can’t buy you dinner?”

  “Jack,” I threw my head back and laughed. “You always ask me, and as always I am flattered, but I can’t.”

  “I used to be quite the charmer back in my day,” Jack puffed out his chest, proudly. I looked at him then with his salt and pepper hair, his fit shape, and his bright blue eyes, and I could definitely see traces of the handsome young man he once was.

  “I’ll bet you were,” I teased as I caught the eye of the receptionist, Jessica, who grinned and shook her head.

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nbsp; Jack Hummel had been a patient of mine for a few months now, and he loved his dog dearly. He also never missed an opportunity to compliment me and jokingly ask me out. It was sweet because it never failed to make my day.

  “Pretty lass such as you would’ve been just my type back then.” He gave me a quick wink and showed off a flash of pearly white teeth.

  “This pretty lass is taken,” I reminded him.

  “Did anybody ever tell you that you look like Deborah Kerr?” he asked, suddenly, his eyes alight.

  “The old Hollywood actress?” I was grinning now. I had definitely been told that before, but it never ceased to amaze me when somebody pointed out. It was flattering to be sure. She was a big star back in the day, and with her luscious red hair, a symbol of beauty.

  Jack slapped his hand against his thigh. “And you’ve got taste too. I’m surprised you know who that is. Your generation doesn’t really bother with old movies.”

  “Well, I can’t speak for everyone else, but I quite enjoy them,” I responded as I tucked my hair behind my ear.

  “I hope that fella of yours knows that he’s a lucky man,” Jack offered warmly.

  I didn’t respond as I turned around and instructed the receptionist on what to prepare.

  “You have a nice day now, okay, Jack?” I gave him a bright smile as I started walking back to the office. I didn’t miss the confused look on Jack’s face as I walked past. He was no doubt wondering what he’d done wrong, but I wasn’t about to spill my heart out to a complete stranger.

  The truth was things were not okay with my fella and me.

  David and I hadn’t seen eye to eye in months.

  Maybe even a year.

  I didn’t even recognize the man I lived with anymore. For all intents and purposes, I might as well have been co-inhabiting with someone I didn’t recognize. He looked like David, talked like him, and even dressed like him, but that was where the similarities ended.

  Beyond that, there was nothing left of the man I once loved.

  And if I were being honest with myself, I didn’t love him anymore.

  I hadn’t for a while.

  Not like that at least.

  I still cared for him deeply, and that was what made me stick around and try to make it work, but I couldn’t see a future for once more. It was once crystal clear, now I couldn’t imagine us going on like this.

  I knew I needed to have this conversation with him, but I didn’t know where to begin. He was my best friend long before he was my boyfriend. That kind of history was hard to untangle especially when it came to a break up.

  I had no way of knowing if he was on the same page or not, but if his behavior lately was any indication then David had checked out of this relationship months ago. We were still going through the motions though, and I had no clue why.

  There was nothing binding us together, and we weren’t exactly a dysfunctional couple. I liked to think we were above that in spite of the recent toxicity that seemed to be seeping into our day to day lives.

  Still.

  It was something I’d been putting off for a while, and I knew I could no longer do that. If we continued down this path then it would be hard to have some semblance of a friendship in the future, and I wanted that more than anything in the world.

  I plopped down onto my chair and rested my arms on my desk. My head fell into my hands as I began to massage my temples. When my phone rang, I fished it out of my pocket and slid to answer.

  “Hey, Izzy,” my best friend’s cheerful voice called. Jessica Keating was one of a kind. A feisty brunette with golden colored eyes and an attitude to match, she was my partner in crime. We were two peas in a pod, and she was more like family than my friend.

  “Hey, Jess.”

  “Did the surgery not go well?” Her voice was instantly sympathetic. Jessica worked in the HR department in a major firm that she loved, and the best part was she was a block away from where I was, so we often had lunch dates together.

  “No, no, it’s not that,” I sighed as I lifted my head up and stared out the window. One of the reasons why I liked my office is because it was on the ground floor, and it had a nice view of a garden across the street.

  I’d often gaze out at the people who would stroll into the park, in loud boisterous groups or with headphones to block out the world. Families would laugh as they ran after each other, and couples held hands oblivious to the world around them.

  It never failed to warm my heart, and it brought a smile to my face.

  “You still haven’t spoken to David, have you?” Jessica asked, knowingly, her voice kind and sympathetic. “Izzy, I know you don’t want to because of the history you two share, but you can’t keep doing this. No matter how much we love somebody, sometimes we have to let go for our own good.”

  “Yeah, I know,” I admitted, begrudgingly. Few people wanted to admit when they were young, but Jessica had the good fortune to almost always be in the right.

  “Well, you’ll get to it in your own time, I suppose.”

  Just like that, she changed the subject, swept it under the rug, and started talking about something else. Some new client they had that was being a pain in the ass.

  “I mean, what’s the point of asking a professional to do their job if you’re going to nitpicking everything and discredit years of hard work?” she complained as she took a pause between sentences. “Seriously. It’s like if one of your clients walked in with their pets and tried to inform how best to use an anesthetic.”

  “They can’t because most of them don’t know how,” I pointed out, my voice tinged with amusement.

  Jesse could go on at a million miles a minute not stopping even once to catch her breath. When I first met her, it was kind of intimidating. Like I was in some kind of race to be able to keep up with her or get a word in edgewise.

  But soon I learned that Jessica was more like a torrential downpour. Meaning sooner or later, it stopped and went totally quiet. She was the same. The trick was to let her get it off her chest then you could respond.

  “Yes, well, it doesn’t seem to stop some of them, does it?” Jesse asked, miffed. “Anyways, I have half a mind to tell him he can go stick it.”

  “Something tells me you may have alluded to that, subtly of course,” I commented as my gaze took in the passerby’s who hurried across the street with things to do.

  “Naturally,” Jessica responded without pausing. “You know me too well, Isabel.”

  “After years of being friends, I should certainly hope so.” I absent mindedly twirled a loose strand of hair around my thumb and forefinger.

  “Did that guy ask you out again today?” Jessica asked, her voice straining with barely suppressed laughter.

  “Jack Hummel is a sweet old man, and yeah he did. Like clockwork.” I laughed in spite of myself. “If he were younger, I might just be tempted.”

  “Lots of women date older guys. I think it’s the maturity level,” Jessica revealed.

  “That could be it, but honestly, I think it’s more about the money.” I shook my head. I never could understand relationships that were based on that.

  “I mean, it’s usually an agreement isn’t it? You scratch my back, I scratch yours. That kind of thing.”

  I made a face as I aimlessly flipped through the calendar on my desk. “I’d rather not think about back scratching, or any other kind of scratching now that I think about it.”

  “Eww, thanks a lot, Izzy. I wasn’t even thinking about that. Now you made me go there,” Jessica complained, and I could just picture her scrunching her nose and narrowing her eyes.

  “Hey, you’re the one who said it. I can’t help that it has a dirty reference,” I defended.

  “Of course, you would be the one to find it. Anyway, moving onto better topics since I really don’t want to talk old men’s habits or lack thereof. Are we still on for tonight?”

  “Tacos and margaritas,” I recalled. “Yes, I’m in of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the
world.”

  “Good. Alright, well I’ll let you get back to kicking ass or rather saving asses as it were. I’ll see you at lunch?”

  “You got it, Jess.”

  No sooner had I hung up then my office phone rang.

  “Dr. Lewis, you have a new patient,” A voice crackled over the intercom.

  “I’m not supposed to have any more appointments.” I frowned as I glanced down at my calendar. I had the next 2 hours free, and I was looking forward to a quick snooze then delving into the book I was reading.

  “It’s an emergency. A dog with a sprained leg.”

  I exhaled before I stood up, slipped on my shoes and buttoned up my coat. “I’ll be right there.”

  I left the safety and quiet of the office only to be met with the hustle and bustle of the center. I liked working at a medical clinic, but on a day like today, when people were jostling each other, and phones were ringing nonstop, I wished I had the luxury of owning my own office.

  Someday, I would, but today, I would just have to get by.

  “I’m here. Where’s the dog?” I asked, Julie.

  She tilted her head to the left, and I turned on my heels, a sentence on the tip of my tongue, but it was wiped away the second I caught sight of the owner.

  He was a tall man with broad shoulders and caramel brown hair. He was wearing a leather jacket, a t-shirt with some kind of logo I couldn’t make out, and a pair of ripped jeans. His dark brown eyes were staring solemnly at the bundle in his arms.

  I gave a start when Julie called my name to get my attention. “Hmm?”

  “He does look intimidating, doesn’t he?” Julie whispered, never taking her eyes off of me. “When he was signing the papers, I caught a glimpse of his arms, he’s got tats all over. He might be in one of those biker gangs.”

  An amused smile tugged on the corner of my lips. Julie had led a very sheltered before she moved out to San Francisco. She had a small-town life that exposed her to very little of the actual world, so she tended to treat anything unusual with weariness and suspicion.