Blake POV:
Dallas, evidently suffering from a hangover on top of an aching shoulder, was down in the kitchen Monday morning trying to nurse a cup of coffee.
“Thanks for last night.” He said to Avery as she tightened a new sling around his chest.
It was a makeshift sling from the pitiful excuse I called a first-aid kit. If I had the chance next time I was at a pharmacy, I would get something more suitable. I guess that was the impact Avery was having on me. I wanted to take better care of my men. My men, like Dallas, were not just my club members; they were my friends. I was even thinking of quitting smoking for my own health, to take better care of myself.
Actually, I might ask Avery to get something more suitable. She would be much better at choosing a first aid kit for the house. M
