Charlie's Heart: MC Romance (Burning Bastards MC Book 3) by Ryder Dane Read Free Book Online

see someone I will, but I will choose my own if I choose to see someone. All I need is to go home and resume my life.”
    The nurse came in shortly after the doctor had left the room to help her dress in a set of clothing that she carried in with her. “I think I just met your friend and, girl, you are so lucky. I promised that I would have you ready and down to the main entrance in a half an hour. He said you might need these, and I can’t believe there’s another man on the planet that still opens doors for a woman. I don’t know where you found him, but I want to get one like him for myself.”
    Selma recognized her clothing, and hearing that Charlie had come for her made her heartbreak from moments ago disappear. “My Charlie is a one of a kind, and my best advice for finding a good man is to find a bad boy, or in my case a bad man.” She knew she sounded all smug and shit as Charlie would have said, but screw it. Her ol’ man was here for her and she was not going to keep him waiting. She had to ask, “Did he bring the bike for the ride home, do you know?”
    She had her head under the bright yellow pullover and didn’t see the confused look on the nurse’s face or she might have grown suspicious.
    They were at the front doors of the hospital with the two officers behind her when she looked through the glass and saw the ‘Cuda. Her grin turned to confusion when a man dressed in new blue jeans and a sport coat over a dark blue button front shirt walked through the doors. He smiled at her and she thought he looked familiar, even with the blackened eye and bruised cheekbone, but she tried to look around him for her man.
    “Well, your Honor, are you ready to go home? The ‘Cuda is warmed up and I thought we’d grab some take-out for lunch on the way to your place.”
    Charlie’s voice coming from the stranger told her that her eyes were not in fact deceiving her. Gone was the long hair and his face was cleanly shaven. Her big bad biker man was gone, and in his place was Mr. GQ. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as she was wheeled outside and he opened the car door for her and helped her to sit and, when he leaned down to click the lap belt in place, he stole a swift kiss before straightening up and closing her door.
    He took the discharge papers from the nurse and thanked her before rounding the rear of the muscle car and getting into the driver’s seat. He strapped the seatbelt over his slim hips, something she had never seen him do before. He drove them out of the hospital parking lot and he kept glancing at her, but she was having trouble forming words.
    Finally she could say at least part of what was on her mind and watched his cheek turn red as she spoke. “I have never seen a more handsome man in my life.” She slugged him in the shoulder. “Don’t get a big head about that. I love the scruffy man more, he rides a big loud motorcycle and he, oh God, Charlie, why did you do this?” She knew why he’d done it.
    He’d cut his long hair, shaved his whiskers and put his colors away for her. She wanted to yell at him, and to yell at herself for trying to change him in the first place. What had she done? “Tell me you didn’t get rid of the bike.” She was feeling guilty and choked on the words. “Tell me you still have the bike.” He had always been neat and attractive in his appearance, but this stranger, he was just as sexy, just as considerate as her ol’ man had been. But she wanted to cry for the loss of his beautiful long hair.
    His gruff, “I still have the bike, I couldn’t get rid of her just yet, we’ve spent a lot of years together, and I just couldn’t part with her until I have to.”
    She slumped back into the seat in relief, at least that wasn’t something she had to feel guilty about. “Thank You.”

    They stopped at the Chinese take-out place that they’d used many times before and he left the ‘Cuda running, just in case she might get cold. She was too skinny for his