Rider might have been a goofball where food was concerned, but when it came to maintaining vehicles, he took it seriously.
“Mine shouldn’t be that bad. It only has forty thousand miles on it. It really didn’t even need an oil change.”
Beth nodded at her before looking in the rearview mirror. “Mrs. Langley, a friend of mine offered to do your hair when you feel better,” Beth proposed, as she drove the short distance from the hospital to her home.
“I wouldn’t want to trouble her.”
Beth laughed. “She’ll enjoy it. Just don’t blame me if you end up with purple hair.”
“As long as it’s not blue or cut too short.” Aunt Shay pressed her hand over the bun at the nape of her neck. Since Winter had been a little girl, her aunt had always worn it the same way.
“I’ll hide her scissors,” Winter promised, giving Beth an amused gaze.
At Aunt Shay’s house, the women helped her to bed. As soon as they left her to rest, they went into the kitchen to make some lunch.
“I can handle this. Why don’t you get some sleep?” Beth told her.
“Are you sure? I know you have other patients. I don’t want to keep you.”
“You sound just like your aunt.” Beth smiled. “I’m free for the rest of the afternoon. Evie offered to take my one other patient for the day, and Lily is babysitting, so it’s all taken care of.”
“Then I’ll take you up on your offer. I’m exhausted.”
“I’ll wake you up when I need to leave.”
Winter smiled wearily. “Thanks, Beth.”
She went upstairs to the room she slept in whenever she visited her aunt. She was too tired to shower, so slipping her shoes off, she lay on the coverlet and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
She tossed and turned, calling Viper’s name out in her sleep as visions of him and Sasha tormented her dreams. Her damp pillow was a testament to the tears she shed, even in her nightmares.
“Shh… Go to sleep, pretty girl. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
8
A knock on her bedroom door woke her. Winter sat up, looking around the empty room. She guessed the feeling that Viper had been there had only been a dream.
Tiredly, she got out of bed to open the door, finding Beth standing on the other side.
“I hated to wake you, but Cash will be coming to follow me home.”
“I’m glad you woke me. I would have been awake all night if I slept much longer.” Going to the suitcase, she pulled out a pair of shorts and a sleeveless tank top. Her aunt hated to use the air conditioner, and it was easier to put on fewer clothes than to see her aunt bundled up in a thick housecoat. “What’s Aunt Shay doing?”
“Watching Family Feud. If you want to take a shower, she’ll be fine until you come downstairs.”
“Good.” She tugged at her T-shirt, smelling it. “She’d beg me to go home if she smelled me right now.”
Beth didn’t laugh at her joke.
“Winter, it’s none of my business, but if you want, I could let Razer watch the children so you and Viper can talk.”
“I’m not ready to go back to the clubhouse.”
“Because of Sasha?” Beth probed, coming farther into the bedroom.
“Yes, I saw her in the gazebo with Viper last night.”
“Maybe it wasn’t them, or—”
“It was them.” Winter was sure of that.
“Oh… Then maybe it wasn’t what you think.”
Winter gave her a wry smile. “How often have you seen anyone go in there other than to fuck?”
“None,” Beth admitted. “What does Viper say they were doing in there?”
“I’ve been too angry to listen.”
She admitted to herself that she was too terrified to have her worst fear confirmed or that Viper would give her a lie she would be desperate enough to believe, not wanting to lose him.
“Talk to him,” Beth urged. “The hell you’re going through now can’t be any worse than knowing, can it?”
“I’m too afraid of what he’ll tell me,” she said huskily, before clearing her throat. “I know I’m being a coward.” She gave a bitter laugh. “I’m always telling the women to take up for themselves. I had no problem when I believed Jackal was cheating on Penni. I even thought Viper was cheating then. That’s why I egged her on, thinking I would catch both of them in the act.”
“And he wasn’t doing anything when you showed up,” Beth reminded her, moving behind her to untangle her hair from the rubber band she was trying to take out.
“He’s been acting weird. He doesn’t ask me to help him anymore.”
“You’ve been busy with school lately. Maybe that’s why.”
“It’s not only that. He used to always ask my aunt to live nearer to us if he built her a small house. Every time I bring it up now, he changes the subject.”
“He could be waiting until she is ready.”
“Whose side are you on?” She took the rubber band Beth handed her.
Beth shrugged. “Both. I don’t want to see you wash a good marriage down the drain because of something you can’t prove.”